𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 '𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔' 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌.
[✿] MARK knows he doesn't want to fall asleep. not when you're in his arms, your head on his shoulder, and the blanket wrapped tightly around you two. you yawn, and he chuckles, running his fingers through your hair. "tired?" you hum, nodding. "go to sleep, love." "okay," you mumble sleepily, your eyelids already drooping. "i love you." MARK freezes for a moment before grinning widely. "i love you too," he says, but it's too late - you're already asleep.
[✿] RENJUN can't help the soft smile that spreads across his face when you sit down next to him and nudge his shoulder excitedly. "what's up?" you shuffle closer to him. "what would you say if i said that i love you?" the question catches him off-guard, and he tilts his head, pondering. "i'd say that i love you back," he answers finally. "good," you beam at him, "because i love you." "i love you too, idiot."
[✿] JENO chuckles amusedly when you run around the house hunting for the pair of shoes you'd bought a week ago. "did you find them?" "no," you huff exasperatedly, "i swear i put them in my room somewhere!" "did you check under the bed?" "oh. um, no." you run back into your room, and a few minutes later, he hears your reply. "thanks, jeno! i love you." JENO smiles, his eyes curving into crescents. "i love you more."
[✿] HAECHAN has never been more sure about anything else his entire life. "i love you," he coos, for what seems like the millionth time that day. "you've been saying that all day," you observe, from your position near the stove. "is it because i'm cooking your favourite dish?" "what?" he gasps, clutching his chest in mock-hurt, "i'm offended that you'd think that. why can't i tell you i love you?" you grin at him. "i'm just kidding. i love you too."
[✿] JAEMIN smiles down at you, grumbling when the alarm by your bedside begins to ring. reaching out, he turns it off. "wake up, love," he whispers, his voice raspy. "don't wanna," is your reply, "can't we just stay in bed for a few more minutes?" you look at him, blinking groggily. "and this," he says, settling down once more, "is why i love you." "not as much as i love you."
[✿] CHENLE wants to stay in this position for as long as possible. your legs draped on his, him leaning against the arm of the sofa, only the sounds of the characters from the rom-com playing on the tv in front of you both. it's a movie the two of you have watched multiple times, yet it's one you watch whenever possible. "i love you," you say suddenly, and his eyes widen at the sudden statement. it takes him a while to realise that the main character from the movie just confessed in the scene currently playing. he smiles. "i love you too. but really?"
[✿] JISUNG doesn't know what to do. "i love you," you say, and he can hear your smile over the phone. "and i miss you already." his cheeks heat up and he tries to contain the giddy grin that spreads across his lips. "i, uh, love you too," he manages to say. "yeah?" "yeah," he confirms, smiling so widely, his ears pop.
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𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗡𝗬 + 𝗦𝗜𝗭𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞
johnny plants his hands firmly on your hips, gripping the flesh harshly while he moves your hips along his cock. he likes how spacey and fucked out you get while sat on his cock. he loved how you tell him through broken sentences, filled with hiccups and short moans, how big he is and how you just can't take him.
"s'full— feel s'big and-and s'full." you whine, hands pressing against his shoulders as leverage while you desperately try to rock your hips against his. "fuck— can feel you so deep."
"yeah?" johnny asks, not fully expecting a response. but you nod along with him, bouncing harder on him, gasping and choking every time you take him fully in.
"need help, baby? 's too big for you to handle on your own?" he coos, fingers pressing into your waist. all you need to do is whimper out a soft, whiny please and johnny's all over you.
his fingers press into your hips, holding you down on his cock while he bucks up into you, letting him go that much deeper. he doesn't let you run from the pleasure, his grip is so strong and secure, all you can do is take what he's giving you.
and he knows when you're close; when your thighs start shaking against his, when your pussy starts clenching around him, when your eyes squeeze shut and your hands ball into fists in the mattress below you.
"you close, puppy? my perfect girl gonna cum?" and when you nod, johnny ruts into you harder. "cream this cock, pup. cum for me and i'll fill you up just how you like."
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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆
( 𝐅𝐓. 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 '𝟎𝟎 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 ! )
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A/N: idek what I'm doing at this point. Well- aside from feeding my touch starved soul.
Nose kisses. There is nothing more endearing than when you kiss the tip of Mark's nose. Mark has an odd habit of scrunching his nose whenever you place a kiss on it. It is very much habitual, and absolutely cute. Whenever he did that, it would be accompanied by an idiotic grin and slight hues of red playing across his face. It's just infectious, and thus, you too, find yourself indulging in a smile that stretches from one ear to another.
The spot right behind his ears. Listen. He loves it when you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, your nose gently nuzzling gently against it, and then pressing your lips right behind his ear. Renjun loves how you take all the time in the world just to kiss him. Although he keeps complaining about how time consuming this is, you both know that deep down, Mr. Huang absolutely loves it.
Where it hurts. Okay we need to talk about this whiny child. Knowingly or not, he is very vocal and twice as whiny whenever there's the slightest chance of an injury or swelling- minor or major. He will complain all day and you are left with no other option than to kiss the pain away (a suggestion made by the said child himself). You do not know how effective that actually is, but the smile he has plastered on his face afterwards as he claims how all the pain is gone is literally the most precious thing in the world.
Kisses peppered across his face. Jeno loves it when you cup his face with your warm palms, peppering his face with not one but a bunch of kisses. His skin tingles each time your lips touch his skin, tracing his eyelids, his perfect eyes, the tip of his nose, his then rosy cheeks- until finally meeting his lips.
Soft Kisses on shoulder blades. He would be cooking or doing the dishes, a little tired and lost in his own world. And it's when he least expects it- to find your arms wrapped around him from the back, telling him how great he was doing as you press a soft kiss on one or both of his shoulder blades. He melts every time you did this, an odd sense of warmth and security washing over him. Jaemin feels at ease. Oh to know someone's got your back and knows how to make you feel the best at an instant 🤚overlook the fact that I used to do it with my dad when he worked on his structural drawings
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Bad Bunny | Mark Lee
Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader
Summary: Mark insists you’re just casual, but you want something more. To make him jealous, you hook up with his best friend Jaemin...
Genre: College AU
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Frat party, alcohol, jealousy
“Marky, baby! We’re leaving in five minutes – why the hell aren’t you changed?” As you peek round your bathroom door, your eyebrows hit the ceiling.
Your boyfriend Mark grins sheepishly, running one hand through his freshly washed jet-black fringe. “I am changed…”
Your eyes slide downwards. Despite being sculpted by lean muscle, his grey T-shirt still looks like pyjamas.
You roll your eyes, the hanger holding his outfit still hidden behind your back. Your heart is pounding. Tonight, you have a grand plan – to finally reveal your relationship with Mark to your friends.
Every time you start daydreaming in the PR office where you work, you imagine one thing. You and Mark, a power couple, the ones everyone is jealous of because they’re so sickeningly in love.
It’s been six months, and this is perfect time. And you’re not letting anything get in the way of that. Not even Mark’s hate for dressing up.
“It’s Jaehyun’s costume party? As in… you have to come in costume?” You can’t hide the wobble in your voice.
Mark wrinkles his nose. “But I don’t have one…”
A shy grin spreads over your cherry lip-glossed lips. Slowly, you creep out from behind the door, raising your arms in jazz hands. “Ta-da!”
Your outfit is revealed: a neon pink bodycon dress so tight you can barely breathe, topped off with a fluffy rabbit headband. You’ve never worn something this skin-tight, but for your boyfriend, you’ll do anything.
On the front, in a swirly white font, is written: “Miss Bunny”, with an arrow pointing to the right.
You pull out the pink fluffy onesie from behind your back – labelled with an identical “Mr Bunny.” Your eyes are stinging. It must be your eyeliner because you can’t understand why you’re getting so emotional about this.
But when you see his face, your victorious smile fades. Mark’s nose is still wrinkled, chestnut eyes squinting in disbelief.
“What? You don’t… like them? I thought you liked pink!” Sweat blossoms on the back of your neck.
Mark pulls crosses his arms, fingers kneading nervously into his skin. “I do, I do, it’s just… matching costumes? Isn’t that kinda… intense?”
Your foundation is so thick you can’t move your face to frown. But inside, your gut is crumpled up like tissue paper.
“Well, we can lose the ears if you want…” Your voice trails away, folding in on itself.
Mark continues, tongue flicking over his lips. “No- I mean…” His voice drops. “We don’t want to make a huge deal about… us, you know?”
This time, you can’t hide your vanishing smile. You suddenly feel stupid; a big pink hotdog.
Before you can answer, Mark continues, “Look, you look smokin’, and we have so much fun together… but you know that’s all this is, right? Just fun? No one else needs to know about our sweet little deal.”
Forced to break his gaze, you turn away. “Right, no, I get that! I’m suuuper casual. It was just, a joke, you know?” You start laughing awkwardly. Your breaths are getting shakier.
You know your voice is too wobbly to fool him, but Mark still laughs as if he believes you. “I mean, you do look… wow.”
As you turn away, you catch your reflection in the bathroom mirror. The dress clings to your round hips like the shiny skin of a ripe peach. He’s right. You do look wow.
You’re not wasting a look this hot crying the night away.
No – it’s time to let Mark know just how much he’s missing out on.
The funny thing is, you weren’t even the one who suggested ‘Spin the Bottle’ at the party. It was Jaemin.
Now, it’s finally your turn to spin. In the corner of your eye, you see Mark smirking casually. Like he doesn’t even care who you kiss.
Angry flames shoot up inside you, and you flick the bottle with all your might.
It lands… perfectly between two people: Mark and Jaemin. A seductive smile curling your lips, you crawl into the centre of the circle.
Mark is taking a deep draught of his beer. The next moment, you see him choke a little. Because you ignore him completely and wrap your arms over Jaemin’s shoulders.
In a black hoodie with tiny cat ears, Jaemin can hardly be described as ‘in costume’.
“Can’t fight the bottle, can we?” you murmur, stroking Jaemin’s jaw with one thumb. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he gulps.
Mark is furiously clearing his throat beside you, but you take no notice.
You’re too busy watching Jaemin’s pink tongue flick over his lips. His clear brown eyes have stopped blinking. Now they’re gazing deep into yours under dark lashes.
“Miss Bunny… you better hop right to it.” As Jaemin whispers his bad pun, his pink lips turn up in a dry smile. It’s now or never. You lean forward, and kiss that grin right off his face.
You hold nothing back in kissing Jaemin. Your hands grip wildly in his gelled hair, messing it up as best you can. Your lips grab his so hungrily he’s pulled forward. It’s not just snogging; it’s like you’re devouring his face right off.
When you pull back, a triumphant smile graces your lips.
A halo around Jaemin’s mouth is stained a bright pink, and his hair sticks out in mad tufts. He gives you a dopey, half-eyed smile, which you’re happy to return.
Beside him, you notice Mark getting up from his seat. He storms away, muttering under his breath.
You get up, not giving Jaemin a second look. Mission completed.
For the rest of the party, even Doyoung stops teasing you about how your costume ‘isn’t bunny’. All of your friends can only stare in silent awe.
At the end of the night, you approach Mark as he’s leaving.
“Wait up!” you say, grabbing your coat and keys. “Tonight was so fun.”
You get a tiny stab of excitement when you see Mark’s expression. He’s wearing a stormy frown, his muscles flexing with the effort of crossing his arms.
“Yeah, well, for some of us,” he mutters.
You can’t help but grin. You exaggeratedly strain to catch his expression. “Is Mr Mark Lee… jealous?”
Without turning to you, Mark blurts out, “That bottle was halfway between us, and you know it!” His broad shoulders are rising and falling with his deep panting.
You purse your lips, struggling not to giggle outright. “I didn’t offend you, did I? See, I thought were just having fun.”
Mark stops at the end of the hallway, and swivels to face you. His eyes are fixed on the floor, like he’s telling off your shoes. “Fine. I don’t like it when you kiss my friends, okay?”
Slowly, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and lace them behind his neck. It’s hot under your fingers, just like his burning cheeks. “What I hear when you say that, is that you’re dying with jealousy because you care about me so much.”
Mark flicks his jaw in annoyance. “Okay! You win. I change my mind. I want us… to be exclusive.” His voice is so low it’s almost a whisper.
You lean in. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that…”
A tiny smile creeps onto Mark’s face. “I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/n,” he yells.
You hear a gasp, and flick your head around.
All your friends are collected at the door. They’re all suddenly very interested in their shoes.
“It’s okay guys, I know you’re listening,” you call.
“Good – that was killing us! Go Y/n and Mark!” Jeno cheers.
You’re not sure what you enjoy better – your friends’ wild cheers or the deep blush spreading over Mark’s cheeks.
“Come on, boyfie,” you call, pulling him away with you.
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romancing | lee donghyuck
REPOSTED FROM MY OLD BLOG!
pairing. lee donghyuck x female reader
word count. 23.7k
genres and warnings. fluff, comedy, college au, enemies to lovers, podcast au, contains: loads of banter, swearing, weird references of tinder and tiktok references; and hyuck being whipped asf
synopsis. running a romance advisory podcast with lee donghyuck means clashing and feuding with him because you’re too hopeless while he’s too realistic. practically everyone in campus listens to it, which is why you have no idea that your co-host has started asking the show for love advice since he’s fallen for someone. for all you know, lee donghyuck does not fall in love, but you don’t know what’s changed.
author’s note. i am so scared to repost this. idk why. but ahahahaha i hope you enjoy my favourite fluff monster
Welcome to Romanicing, a romance advisory podcast hosted by two broke college students who are only doing this to pass their Speech Communications class. Nothing really special, except for the fact that the two broke college students starring this podcast haven't actually been in any form of romantic relationships. Fun, right? If you believe so, tune in every Friday 8pm for mediocre content and send in your love letters for your story to be featured!
EPISODE 1: the art of online dating sites
If there is one successful dating tip that you know could never go wrong, it would be to never chase over people that do not have the same values as you and will not care to change theirs for the sake of the relationship. You’d like to give full credit to your history teacher back in high school for introducing you to that idea, because now that you’re more exposed to the dating world with all it’s perks and scandals, you’d like to say you survived a good portion of people and their opposed political views from yours.
It is the reason why all your tinder dates have been a failure; none of them can’t even go past the first date level and it almost scares your neighbour from seeing the amount of dinner dates you come home from with the worst scowl on your face. In fact, your tinder dates are worse than Jaemin’s calculus marks, and everyone knows he failed that course twice already.
You won’t fully admit that this dating tip has been the major factor to why your dating life has been a total flop, you’d beg to differ. It actually gives you a greater hope that one day, you’ll find the perfect person that will actually fit your standards out of all the other ones that haven’t fit it. And when you finally find that person, it will be the best day of your life.
For now, let’s focus on the worst day of your life.
The day you are forced to chase a person who doesn’t have the same values as you. All for a decent mark in your Speech Communications class because your professor had the audacity to partner you up with Lee Donghyuck even after witnessing all the heavily tensioned debates that ensue between the both of you in class.
“The fact that this is all going to be pre-recorded but we sound like complete idiots makes my headache,” you mumble to the microphone, earning a look of displeasure from your partner, “Anyways, I’ve recently opened our PO box, and I didn't realize that tons of you guys would actually participate. Thanks for the support.”
“With all the posters you placed on campus and peer pressuring anyone that passes by you in the hallways to send in some love letters, I’m surprised if nobody would participate.” You watch as Donghyuck rolls his eyes, and if it only weren’t for the expensive equipment separating the both of you across the table, you would’ve thrown the closest item to you, which is your morning coffee.
“It’s called advertising, Donghyuck.”
“No wonder why you didn’t pursue business; wise words from a Communications Major.”
There’s a sparkle of satisfaction running through his blood when he sees you taken aback. And knowing that you can’t do anything about that witty remark, he leans back on his chair, watching as you make an attempt to keep yourself composed during the recording while he lets out a light chuckle.
The moment he notices you clench your fists, the smile on his face grows wider.
Fake it till’ you make it.
“And since we’re talking about communication, the first set of love advice we’ll be sharing with you guys is about online dating and meeting people through Omegle—you like what I did there?” You say to the recording. Not to Donghyuck — never Donghyuck. “Many of your stories were surrounded by this concept and it’s only fair if we start off this podcast with a bang.”
“I think online dating is stupid,” your partner comments unhelpfully. It doesn’t help that he hasn’t read any of the love letters and has been relying on you to carry the project. Curse him and his invalid opinions. “I’ve never seen anybody that used Tinder to have gone farther with their relationship other than the talking stage or one-night-stand stage”
“That’s because you're searching in the wrong places,” you take his words to heart, almost pettily because you have to deal with a person who easily stereotypes the online dating world when you know there’s so much more to it. You can’t really say much about it (since your experiences really aren’t the best), but the fair share of documentaries and stories you heard about the successful matches should get into people’s heads.
“Look— there was a couple that started dating through Omegle, and the boy lived in California while the other is currently living on campus. They’ve been together for two years.”
“Oh. That’s cool, I guess.” He shrugs, still seeming unconvinced. You’ve made a lot of bad decisions throughout your lifetime, but creating a podcast surrounding the concepts of love and dating with Donghyuck is your worst decision yet. Because now that you watch him tap the pencil on the table with little to no interest on his face, you conclude that Lee Donghyuck knows nothing about love and the perks of it.
“That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?” You stare down at him, agape.
“I mean— What else do you want me to say?”
“Donghyuck, this is a podcast.” With that, he looks at you as if you’re speaking to him in a foreign language. You don’t understand why he chose to pursue this type of education when he doesn’t know the basic means and fundamentals. “You need to… you know… talk…”
“Can’t we just cut this part then?” Donghyuck raises both of his hands, his tone sarcastic and emotions unbothered.
“Don’t play stupid. I’m not going to spend most of my evening editing this just because my co-host, which to note is pursuing a career that consists of talking to other people, can’t think of the proper words to say.” You let out a loud sigh, grabbing your mug of coffee and chugging down the lukewarm drink out of stress. They say that doing group work means less individual work, but when your partner does the bare minimum, it feels as if you’re doing double the work instead.
“Okay, okay, calm down.” he chuckles lightly, whisking away his hand and adjusting the office chair to speak closer to the mic. He looks straight into your eyes when he talks, and you don’t know if he’s doing it to tease you. “Hmm, I’m just a little sceptical about meeting other people through the internet. I have my skepticisms on it. The first and last time my housemate tried online dating, he just got catfished.”
“Are you talking about—?” You suddenly get reminded of Jeno.
“Mhm.” He nods. “So yeah, big red flag for me there. If you guys want to find sentimental, genuine relationships with others. I’d say look for the people around you in person.” Donghyuck is right and wrong at the same time.
“I don’t think online dating sites take away someone’s ability to be genuine to another person. I don’t think it really takes away anything for the matter. Yeah people use it for hookups but there’s a whole other side where people actually look for love. In fact, it probably makes relationships stronger; especially when there’s a distance, a screen that’s refraining you from actually meeting a person until you do; it just shows how even through this separation love can bloom.”
“Now you’re just sugarcoating.” He wails and leans back aggressively on the chair, the both of you done with each other's opinions but have nothing to do with it because you need this assignment mark. And it seems like even with 50% worth of both your grades worth on the line, it seems he can put his differences aside to make this podcast seem less of a circus and instead a decent outline to get dating advice.
“I’m just spreading hope. Unlike you over here who probably hasn’t made an attempt to download a dating app.” It’s no use trying to correct someone who doesn’t want to be corrected.
“Did any of your Tinder dates work?” He attacks out of nowhere, and your heart stops for a second when a smirk forms on his face mirthfully.
“Pardon?” You ask, blinking your eyes repeatedly.
“Answer my question.”
The heat on your cheeks keeps Donghyuck’s face looking satisfied because he knows that he’s cornered you at the end of the alley. And it’s worse that you're a person who never lies, “No…”
Your hands slightly clench under the table. “And that concludes our stance on online dating. It. Doesn’t. Work.” At that, Donghyuck pats himself on the back.
Your eyes widen. What is he doing? It’s like Donghyuck wants to lose viewers and lose both your credibilities. And now, you genuinely hope your professor steps on a path of Legos for partnering you with him. “Don’t listen to him, I swear one day you’ll find someone! Love takes time! You’re first right swipe isn’t necessarily your life-long partner, you just have to be patient—”
“Are you going to listen to someone who can’t even find a date herself?”
It’s when Donghyuck bites his lip to refrain himself from laughing that you’ve lost all the last droplets of your patience.
“Your face looks very punchable right now.” You tell him through gritted teeth.
“Come at me. I don’t mind.” The beam that breaks out on his face doesn’t make the situation any better, and your whole body collectively agrees to never be in the same room with him, alone, after this project ends.
EPISODE 2: the morning after (the show went live)
Right off the bat, you knew the podcast would gain some talk around the campus, but you didn’t actually expect for it to blow up over night.
You have a faint idea as to why it happened, and it’s no surprise that the first two thoughts that popped up in your mind would be because of the excellent marketing skills you’ve contributed to the project or; because Donghyuck is the school’s well known striker in the soccer team and (you hate to admit) a heartthrob and most of the views are coming from the people that think he’s hella cute. You hope for the former.
But when Jaemin reads out the school’s bi-weekly paper in the middle of his tutoring lesson, you realize that the reason why people in your school are tweeting about the podcast is because of a whole other reason.
The reason being, yours and Donghyuck’s on-mic banters.
“That was so hilarious,” Jaemin gets distracted for the upteenth time during his tutoring session with you, indulging himself into some talk about your new podcast with his roommate while he throws his pencil up in the air in a frantic manner. Fun fact, actually really really sad fact, the reason why you know Donghyuck on a personal level is through Jaemin, and being the wonderful best friend he is to you (insert the sarcasm), he finds it absolutely lovely you can interact with his roommates.
“For you, it was.” You shove in a piece of broccoli from the college meal plan in your mouth. Well, Jaemin’s piece of broccoli because he refuses to eat it and gives it to you instead. You chew your food as you talk, “I mean… yeah people got a good laugh because of it. But I don’t want to enter the lecture and see a disappointed look from prof’ after hearing how unprofessional me and Donghyuck were.”
“Uh…” Jaemin chuckles nervously, not knowing what to say as he scratches the back of his head. There’s a meek smile playing on his lips, “It’s not about being professional. I think it’s nice that you guys are able to banter like that, it shows your personalities… and some on-mic chemistry.”
“C-Chemistry?” You stare at him in the most awe-struck expression your face can muster up, lips turning pale at the fact that Jaemin thinks that you and Donghyuck have a dynamic like that. It’s weird to think about. You and Donghyuck... with chemistry... you feel a shiver run through your back.
“Well, yeah. You guys always know what to say to each other.” Jaemin absentmindedly comments as he closes his calculus textbook. You’re pretty sure he’s stalling at this point and he doesn’t want you to talk anymore mathematical terminology, but you’re too worried about his opinion to continue teaching him.
“That’s because we argue a lot. I practically think of arguments in the shower so I make decent comebacks from his insults.” You raise your arms in defeat, leaning back on your chair and unable to realize that Donghyuck is listening well to your conversation with Jaemin.
“So you think about me in the shower?” He says from the living room — which is honestly only ten metres away from the dining table — and a smirk lingers on his face, “I love that.”
You hate his egotistical mindset, “Not in that way, you idiot.”
“Oh,” he shivers delightfully, “I love the degradation, keep on going, princess.”
You jerk your head to face him, squinting as you watch him sit down on the couch, placing his sports bag right on the vacant area beside him and turning his periphery back to you to notice the literal death glares you're giving him. He likes the attention.
You decide not to argue further, unless you want to make Donghyuck satisfied. You don’t. He wants you to piss him off, to give him all the attention you can give. So you give him the opposite of what he wants.
“Anyways, Jaemin.” You turn your head back to face your best friend, opening up his textbook and watching as he slumps down. Jaemin really thought he could get away with his act, “Look at problem number four...”
And while you start to get back into the tutoring lesson, Donghyuck watches you argue back and forth in the slightest ways with Jaemin, his heart racing when he hears the small giggles that elicit your mouth when you let Jaemin complain to you how much of a pain his mandatory calculus class is, or when your eyebrows furrow at reading his textbook. He thinks it’s cute.
“So... How long are you gonna put up with this act?” Donghyuck almost forgets that Jeno is in the same room as him, which is why he jumps from his seat when he sees Jeno looking up from his laptop to look back at Donghyuck with such a taunting expression.
He clears his throat, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Donghyuck makes a reminder to himself to keep his tone low, because even if yours and Jaemin’s voices are too loud to be able to hear the other conversation happening on the other side of the room, there’s still a possibility you can hear it.
“Yes you do.” Jeno chuckles, standing up from the love seat and making his way so he can sit on the same couch as his roommate, “You definitely know what I’m talking about.”
At this, his throat turns dry.
There’s a confession Donghyuck needs to make, and probably everyone has already been aware of this secret before he even confesses it. Well, not everybody. He doesn’t actually hate you. In fact, he doesn’t know what catalyzed him to pretend to hate you in the first place. But you don’t know that. Not when you’re too busy mustering up your next argument with him to realize he actually doesn’t reciprocate the hatred you give.
He doesn’t hate you. He thinks you’re pretty cool. Pretty and cool.
And the thing is, when Donghyuck thinks someone is pretty (and) cool, he would like it if he could get their attention. Even if that attention isn’t the best form of attention that could exist. It’s stupid. It’s his beautiful and absolute form of desperate measures. But you’re pretty and cool.
He wants your attention.
"Okay, listen," he keeps his tone low, leaning closer in order for Jeno to hear his whispers. It's almost passive aggressive, and he talks through gritted teeth. "You don't just say this out loud, what if those two hear you?”
Although it contrasts Donghyuck's stance, the last thing he wants to happen is for you to find out about his perception of you. It's better this way, he assumes. It's better because he doesn't have to over-analyze anything. If anything, it keeps him more at bay; obviously excluding the times Jeno has to call him out on how whipped he looks. Because he isn't whipped nor infatuated, he just finds you tolerable more than you can account. And, again, pretty cool.
“You’re. Right. What if those two hear us? Will something happen?” Jeno emphasizes; still not empathetic of Donghyuck and deciding to talk in such a loud manner.
Donghyuck's heart races when you momentarily turn to their direction, eyebrows furrowing at the commotion of the two boys. It makes him freeze to his spot, terrified of almost getting caught before you turn back around casually and continue on helping with Jaemin.
Jeno watches as Donghyuck releases a breath of relief, and this causes a nudge on the shoulder, because Jeno should know when to keep his mouth shut, yet he still decides not to. He wiggles his eyebrows at Donghyuck with a mischievous glint taunting his eye, enjoying the scowl on the boy's face.
“Don’t.” Donghyuck leans back on the couch, sending Jeno those words in a whisper-yell.
If Donghyuck ever regrets any moment he's done in his life, and his you-only-live-once agenda, it would be that he told Jeno of all people his secret. And with every passing second, Donghyuck feels as if he's falling into a miserable hell hole because of anxiousness, trying his best not to look back at your figure just to make sure you aren't listening to the conversation.
He feels like a high school student being painfully obvious about his crush. But he knows better than to compare this to a crush. It's not a crush. It's just you. The bane of his existence. And that can mean something different depending on the context and perspective you look through.
“Don’t what?” Jeno tests. Yup, he hates his guts. And the chuckle that escapes the other boy's lips is turning Donghyuck crimson red.
“Fuck you.” He mutters underneath his breath, trying to fleet his mind of the situation as he plays with the laces of his soccer shoes inside his backpack; anything to distract him. He doesn't even know why Jeno has the audacity to bring this up now, he knows you're at the same roof as him; and his eyes light up when he hits a nerve.
“Imagine all the girls that will be disappointed when they find out that pretty boy over here can swear.” Jeno shakes his head in faux disappointment, making his way to grab the remote controller and turning on the television. In attempts to drown out the noise they are making. “Now tell me, what with Y/N that makes you act like… this.”
The question causes him at a halt. Why is he even acting like this? What the fuck?
After a five second pause, he speaks up, “Nothing. I just think she’s cute.” Donghyuck shrugs, finally making an effort to compose himself instead of staying flustered in front (but not really in front) of you.
“Yeah, sure.” Jeno rolls his eyes. He doesn't buy it.
Blame his marketing tactics, because Jeno knows when someone is lying or not. It's a business major instinct, to know if someone is being genuine with their words, or just saying them to save face. He knows Donghyuck is just saying that to save face.
And you know what gave it away?
It's when he looks down at the ground, smiling to himself when he says those words. No one does that unless they are whipped.
“What?” Donghyuck looks up, furrowing his brows and staring at Jeno questioningly, his eyes asking for him to elaborate.
He has a slight idea of what Jeno is implying.
“So, you’re not going to tell her.”
Jeno says more as a statement rather than a question, nodding to himself to accept how that situation will end up as. For some reason, Donghyuck can hear the downheartedness enlaced in his roommate's voice, and he doesn't understand why so. Because Jeno knows you, it's not even that serious. He knows Donghyuck isn't that type of person.
But it's the fact that it is you of all people that caught Donghyuck's eye. You. Just regular, mediocre, you. Jaemin's best friend who visits the apartment every other day and shares an 8am class with him. Nothing special at that. But something special enough to gain a reputation from Donghyuck that is not part of the people that likes him for clout. You're the enemy-not-so-enemy.
It's almost flattering that you both end up like this. It keeps him up his toes, excited at what next argument you'll be able to muster up in front of him. There's no compliments nor sweet interactions. It's purely of insults and dirty looks and maybe a casual interaction once in every new moon. And he thinks that that is pretty cool.
“Hell nah. She doesn’t need to know.” He likes it this way. It's fun, new, refreshing. “I don’t want to see her getting all gassed up because of it.”
Donghyuck chuckles to himself, zipping up his backpack.
“Or maybe you can actually have a chance.” Jeno corrects, but Donghyuck refuses to let this get to him.
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “Never that.”
And he will take this stance till’ the day he dies.
Because Lee Donghyuck, soccer player, campus heartthrob, will not say those words out loud. Lee Donghyuck refuses to, and he too refuses to fall in love. Romance podcast or not, he will not fall in love with anyone; his extent will only be thinking of someone as ‘pretty cool’, and that already, is sending red flags his way.
EPISODE 3: the sports captain stereotypes
The next two weeks, you find yourself in utter chaos as you navigate through the waves of learning how to properly detail the podcast so it will be user-friendly enough — curse being a Technology Grandma™ in the first place — and; doing the editing, rough scripts and idea planning all by yourself. All while your supposed partner in crime does the bare minimum.
You try not to blame him, since he did mention that his schedule is pretty hectic: Tuesday and Thursday mornings are designated for going to the gym, Wednesday to Friday at 3:00pm is for soccer practice, his weekends are also busy because he uses that time to party and study; and though you have your fair share of college struggles, it isn’t as ridiculous compared to a student athlete, which is why you brought it up to yourself to carry the assignment.
But it still doesn’t change the fact that he must still contribute to the good mark, after all, he too is one of the professor's favourite student’s (along with you, surprise), and he would be dead-fucked if he fails this course.
It doesn’t help that you hate his guts.
It doesn’t help that you have to put aside that hatred to get this project finished, instead of hating him more for not doing anything.
You don’t know how you’ve managed to memorize his schedule… then again, you also remember Jeno’s schedule so it shouldn’t be that of a big deal… but you decide to take advantage of this piece of knowledge and proceed to reach out to Donghyuck.
It’s a shame that desperate times call for desperate measures, because if Donghyuck had the initiative to at least help you with some parts of the project, even with his schedule, then you wouldn’t end up with this predicament.
Jaemin and Jeno says they will wait in the car, eating away the fast food takeout you three ordered earlier (you doubt they will even save some food the time you return) and sending you an encouraging thumbs up before they bury their faces in the burgers, you looking at them painfully disgusted before grabbing your laptop and notebook, trudging across the parking lot and towards the campus field.
Right from the get-go, you can already dread the image of talking to him; Donghyuck, the one who’s most likely dripping in sweat because he’s just finished practice, feeling the shivers crawl down your skin the moment Donghyuck realizes that you took the time to work on the assignment even under the sun. Especially with your whole “I don’t chase people” ordeal, he will definitely not forget this.
To you, Lee Donghyuck is merely a boy who you will only act respectively because he’s your best friend’s roommate, and for the sake of getting a good mark. There has always been a principle to his arrogance and smugness — something that will unforcebly cause your face to scrunch in disdain. And with the amount of torment he’s given you by just simply existing in your life, you’d like to say you have your fair share of valid reasons why you don’t want to be in the same league as him.
But nevertheless, you will still work with him. Again, just for the sake of getting a good mark.
The sun delicately drips down the soccer field, rays of golden light seeping down the grass patch just while the Coach’s whistle blows, the sound of him screaming ‘thirty seconds left’ from the sidelines causing the team to speed up their laps around the field. At the opposite end of the field from where you're standing, is the specific person you’re looking for; he who has placed more effort than anybody else to sprint the last few seconds.
“Oh,” you accidentally let out when your eyes trail to Donghyuck’s figure, seeing how his jersey tightly clings onto his body. Although everybody else in the field is decked out in the exact same uniform, you could easily recognize the outline of his ass and how his shorts perfectly hug his skin like it’s already part of his body. And you instantly look away, hating that you can admit such a fact in the first place.
A smirk plays across his face when he realizes he’s the first one done the laps, his chest heaving up and down heavily and placing his hands on his knees, catching his breath. You swear, you don’t mean to look at him, heck you don’t even know why you still look back at his figure, but the odds are never in your favour when Donghyuck looks up.
He feels a presence looking at his figure, and when he decides to see where it’s coming from, he sees you, standing meekly by the sidelines, hugging your laptop like it’s a safety blanket and the tote bag tempting to fall off your shoulders, and the smirk on his face grows wider.
And Donghyuck is good at maintaining eye contact, because his gaze lingers on you for a little while, wiping off the sweat trickling down his face all while keeping his eyes on you. You can feel your cheeks heat up, and when you turn to stare at another soccer player to save some embarrassment, Donghyuck scoffs and chuckles to himself.
He stands straight, turning to the coach and lifting his hand.
“Coach give me five,” he calls for five, and the whistle blows loudly through your ears. It's only been less than thirty seconds since your arrival, and you can already feel yourself regretting going here in the first place. The hold on your laptop gets tighter when he walks up to you, an aura of confidence and mirth radiating his presence as he moves closer to you.
You glare at him, but it doesn't make your side of the situation any better. Instead, the smile on his face unwavers. The annoyance dripping against your gritted teeth reaches the maxima when he stops in front of you, only inches apart, placing both hands on his hips and wondering why the hell you're here.
“Well, if it isn't my favourite girl. I’m glad you came to cheer for me,” the sweetness in his voice irks your skin, if your hands weren't full in this moment, then you could've used it to push him away from you.
“Woah, calm down for a sec’,” you step back, opting to place your stuff on the bleachers beside you and giving him a slight glare, “I’m not here to ‘cheer’ for you, I’m here against my own will just so I can find time to do this project with you. So if you can, will you please catch your breath quicker and do this with me?”
He pants heavily, touching his chest and controlling his breathing. When he sees you roll your eyes at his act, he snickers and proceeds to swipe his hair back, feigning amusement when you try to ignore what he's trying to do to you.
Honestly, you could just turn your heel around and act as if you never made the decision to visit him during practice. You can act like this was all just a plain dream and pretend it never happened; just texting him later in the evening to do his part of the project and hope for the best that he will, actually do it. In fact, you can pick your stuff up from the bleachers and just eat the take out in the parking lot with the other two boys, but because Donghyuck has called a five minute break just, it's the simplest reason why you're holding back.
“Feisty.” Donghyuck notes to himself aloud, and you send him a snarl, only for him to make another step closer to you, “Anyways, you know we could’ve just done this at my place.” He crosses his arms, waiting for another one of your (excuses) retorts and waiting for you to pretend as if everything he does, does not matter to you.
“And everytime I try doing it at your place, you end up stalling and telling me to hang out with Jaemin instead.” You spit, moving aside to grab a seat, the heat of the metal causing you to wince for a quick second before getting accustomed to it.
If only Donghyuck isn't a pain in the ass, then you could've been doing this project peacefully at his dorm; though you realize after years of hanging around with him and the other boys that he is not like that. Donghyuck is of spontaneous, messy schedules that end up seeming as if he has his life down to a t. He can do these things with you anywhere other than mid-practices, but that really doesn't sound like a Donghyuck move to do so.
So, this is what you have to deal with for now.
“Fine then,” he sits beside you by the bleachers, grabbing a quick drink of water before facing you, “What do you want me to do?”
He watches as you turn on your laptop, giving him your notebook in your tote bag and a pencil to write some stuff down. Little do you know, the rest of the team, along with the coach, is giving the captain a strange look; pretending to talk amongst themselves about new game tactics and such, but they instead are just observing your interactions.
Especially since they all know that you both host the new hit podcast around the school. And they all know about the on-mic banters that ensue you both. They briefly wonder if that's all a popularity stunt, a hoax, a marketing plan so you both can get clout, or, if you and Donghyuck actually hate each other.
And seeing how uninterested their captain looks, while you on the other hand look stressed, they assume that whatever the hell your relationship holds with one another, they know that it isn't one that is good.
“I need a new idea for next week.” You start to type on the document that stores all your podcast ideas, Donghyuck just waiting for you to say something that will have to deal with his contribution. “And, I won’t be able to edit this week’s audio. I have to study for a test in my other class, so I was wondering if you can do it just for now?”
You look up from your screen, and you notice that he's holding back a laugh.
“Damn.” Donghyuck nods to himself, drawing scribbles on the notebook for good riddance while you look at him confusingly.
“This is the first time you’re begging me for help.” He drops the notebook in front of him, propping his hands behind his back on the seat.
His eyes light up when he realizes he's hit another nerve in you.
The shit-eating grin seems to never leave his face, and you can just pull his locks away from his head out of displeasure. You want to wipe off that sickening look on his face, but your annoyance seems to gain him more pleasure. Remind you that he does this all for simple measures — to gain your attention, nothing less, nothing more — and you're just giving it to him.
“I am not ‘begging’ for help, Donghyuck.” The amount of time you have to talk back and answer/correct him for the past few minutes has already started to make your head spin. If only you really could, you would've stuck up the middle finger at him right then and there, but you're desperate, and even if you don't want to admit it, you are begging Lee Donghyuck for help. You sigh, hesitance enlaced in your words, “Listen, if you don’t want to do this. I’ll find a way to do it myself.”
“You talk too much,” this time, he rolls his eyes, placing his hand out, “Just give me the USB. I'll do it.”
Your eyes widened in surprise at how easy this was, “Are you sure?” And you can't blame yourself to think that he might just be pulling a joke on you, and at the final second, that he might pull his hand back and tell you to do this yourself because he needs to work his ass off for the his stupid, upcoming game.
Wait, no. He actually looks serious this time.
“It’s my project too, you know.” He says out loud, exasperated, yet for some reason, you can also hear a tone of reassurance in it. “I have to do something.”
You almost think he’s a hypocrite for saying such words — and since you're already in this topic, you would like to complain just how group projects are just pure, blissful pain. Period. Because Donghyuck could’ve been doing something this whole time.
Well, it’s still partially your fault for volunteering to do the majority of the work, but still! Who’s going to do it if it isn’t you? Your trust with group projects doesn’t make your reliance on him any better. At least he’s the professor's second favourite student? Oh. You totally forgot about that.
You look down, smiling at yourself at the amount of stress you're giving to your body and how crazily worried you are, at this point, it’s better to just shake it off. After this day, you make a mental note not to underestimate the man sitting across from you, and maybe, rely on him more often, only if he’s deemed worthy.
“Well, I’m glad you know that.”
You giggle, and Donghyuck’s heart starts slamming out of his chest, taking a breath of relief and shifting on his seat. He’s in a state of bewilderment, almost taken aback that you didn’t scold him this time or tell him that you will punch his face. And he doesn't know how to feel about it.
“Okay,” his voice doesn’t come off as strong as he initially wanted it to, but he’s thankful you’re not paying much attention to it, immersed in your own feelings to worry about his’. “For the next episode, what if you talk about secret admirers, I’m sure there’s a lot of love letters they gave us about that.”
It’s the first idea that pops up in his mind. No clue to how he got that idea. But it works. It makes sense. And probably better than any idea you can think of on the dot. You quickly type it up on your laptop, and you too are surprised at how easy this conversation has been in the end. Well, compared to all the others then yeah.
“Hmm, okay I’ll write that down,” you give him a meek smile before shutting down your laptop, taking the notebook away from Donghyuck and facing away from him to fix your stuff, “Thank you, I guess.”
“Whatever,” he proceeds to stand up, you see his shadow on the ground, and you’re unable to see Donghyuck’s gaze lingering on you a little longer, “I have to go now, coach is calling. Do you need anything else?”
“I’m good now, thanks.” You shrug, glancing up at him for a split second before going back to placing your items back in your bag.
Donghyuck takes one last sip from his water bottle before he walks back to the field, the coach blowing his whistle and everyone rounding to huddle in a circle.
Oh my god what are you doing?
Donghyuck turns back at you, puzzled. “Do you want me to wait for you until practice ends? Jeno and Jaemin are in the car right now, and we’re going somewhere after.”
His eyes soften, you can feel a weird flutter settling in your belly, having the sudden urge to slap your head at the spontaneity of your question. Donghyuck can assume you probably didn’t mean it at all, and it was just an act of kindness. But he can tell that you're trying. “It’s fine. I might have to do more drills after practice, but I appreciate the offer.”
He wants to say yes, after all, this is the first time you're offering for him to join whatever you, Jaemin and Jeno are up to, but he feels as if you’re just doing it for the sake of being nice.
What Donghyuck assumes is something far from the truth.
“No worries.” You tell him it’s fine, and Donghyuck rubs the back of his head, taking a step back awkwardly. Just then, his coach screams out his name from across the area.
He apologizes, before running towards the huddle circle with his team. You watch his demeanour shift during his practice, and you let out a sigh, trying not to over-analyze the whole situation. You stand up, heaving another breath before turning your body to walk to the parking lot.
Donghyuck turns to look if you're still there, but much to his dismay, he sees you figure slowly exiting out his periphery.
Maybe next time, he tells himself.
If there even is a next time.
EPISODE 4: for lovers who hesitate
Donghyuck reads the set of love letters for the first time during the podcast. After reading through just one of them, he has made a conclusion to never read another one for the remainder of the season, and he will partially — or maybe wholeheartedly — blame it on the way the letter was almost as if it was directed to him.
It isn’t directed to him, he wishes.
Because he feels awfully attacked by it.
“Dear Romancing…” He follows through, eyes glued to the paper as he reads it aloud in front of the microphone, “I have a friend. He’s a great guy, really, but I sometimes think he’s the dumbest person to have ever existed. He says he doesn’t fall in love. But it looks like he wants to fall in love. And I think that’s really weird because I don’t know what’s stopping him. I hope he listens to this podcast, because I want to knock some sense into him.”
It’s the last sentence that makes his eye unconsciously twitch, sending imaginary daggers to the person who gave the letter because he knows exactly who wrote this. Either it has to be related to the things he said to a certain someone, or he’s just overthinking and this isn’t actually about him. But his gut feeling is telling him it’s about him.
Yeah, you could say that these type of friendships are the ones that are keepers, since they tend to be chaotic yet for a reason, and Donghyuck honestly thinks having friends like that are cool, but when he’s on the receiving end of the slander, he just wants to take his soccer ball and drop kick it to the person’s face.
Because he can imagine the look of amusement on Jeno's face when he placed this letter on the PO box.
“Oh wow. That’s so cute.” You giggle quietly. Usually Donghyuck would feel some sort of butterflies when hearing it, but he feels more at fear for himself and has no time to give a damn about what you're saying. Because all he cares about is to save face from you. “People who have friends like these are the best. Right, Donghyuck?”
He’s reading the letter quietly one more time, the only thing remotely important at this time is if any part of the piece contains any easter eggs that will show that his roommate (and now-ex-best friend) is the cause of this.
“Hyuck?” You call out his name, turning to see his eyes glued on the piece of paper.
“Mhm. Yeah. What you said.” You can tell he’s not listening, it’s all evident from his facial reactions.
“Are you even listening?” You drum your fingers on the desk repeatedly, waiting for Donghyuck’s gaze to shift to you as you raise your tone of voice a little louder. There’s a difference between someone being able to hear a person and someone listening to the person. And you know for a fact Donghyuck can hear you, he literally winced when you spoke up, but the thing is, he’s not paying attention.
“Mhm.” Donghyuck mumbles, if it wasn’t for the podcast currently recording you would’ve easily just grabbed the paper away from him and asked him what’s his problem. But you have to act like a proper civilian here and add even one more droplet in the smallest bottle of patience you have for the boy.
“So if you were forced to be in a room full of creepy dolls, then you would?” You raise your brow, testing him.
“Mhm.” And he replies immediately.
The corners of your lips twitch up.
“And if Jaemin asks you to buy him a $100 meal tonight, would you give it to him?”
“Mhm.” This time, he adds a nod to his answer, nose still up the paper. To that, you let out a snort, glad that this conversation is even recorded in the first place so now people can realize how much of a fool your co-host is. The noise coming from your mouth makes Donghyuck look up, “Wait, what?”
“I think there’s a little birdie in the room that can resonate with this letter.” He gulps at your word, and you feign innocence in front of him, acting as if you didn’t just make him agree to buying a hundred dollar meal for Jaemin, “So… Hyuck… How’s your love life going?”
The taunt in your voice makes him want to add you on his ‘people to drop kick list’, and the way your batting your eyelashes, attempting to keep things at bay at the same time poking fun of his actions, gives him more of a reason not to tell you about his slight attraction for you.
The moment you find out about that, he’s completely, one hundred percent fucked. He doesn’t think the idea of it stroking your ego would be the best. And this idea makes the one hundred dollar meal for Jaemin look more appealing.
“Shut up.” He mutters underneath his breath, before sliding the love letter across the table. You take it from him and read the words yourself, the smile on your face evident that it will stay there for a while.
“Okay but really. To whoever sent this letter, I too get confused when people get scared to fall in love. I swear it’s the best feeling ever.” You gush over it, exasperated and talking to the mic, it makes Donghyuck want to barf. He gags when your cheeks heat up at the thought. “Or that’s probably just me being the hopeless romantic that I am, but people are missing out if they hold back with love.”
“At least you admit that you’re hopeless,” he sighs, tempted to slap his palm on his face, but deciding to do so mentally, “It doesn’t hurt to think rationally sometimes.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You give him a look, taken aback at his offense as you fold the letter closed.
“It means your acting as if being in love is the solution to everybody’s problem.” He’s diving onto an even more sensitive topic over here, and the smile that was evident on your face slowly dissolves with each nasty word coming out of Donghyuck’s mouth. It’s nasty because you know he isn’t wrong, which on your part is a struggle to admit. “Maybe the friend is hesitating because they are scared.”
Donghyuck, ever the realistic one between the both of you, leaves you tongue tied again. Your heart drops at the thought that someone would refrain themself because of fear.
“You’re right…” You swallow the pill in your mouth, feeling some sort of lump in your throat as you search for something— anything from Donghyuck that will make you understand further. “But I don’t get why they would be scared.”
You don’t get why people are scared because you’ve never felt the reason to be scared.
You fall in love because you find you have a reason to, even if you don’t know specifically who or why you like the feeling.
Donghyuck thinks it’s naive for you to think so.
You think it’s heartless for him not to think so.
“I don’t know.” Donghyuck slowly rolls his thoughts off his mouth, shifting on his seat. It doesn’t take him long before he finds the perfect excuse for him and his predicament, something so simple yet effective, and it’s the two sentences that he tells everybody else when they ask him why he doesn’t fall in love. No one gives him follow up questions after he says it, “Maybe they already felt it once. And maybe they don’t like the feeling.”
Donghyuck lets out a quiet breath of relief, assuming that you’ll understand now that he doesn’t want to talk about it. But much to his dismay, your eyes light up instead, concluding that he says his words so vaguely because he wants you to talk to him more about it. No. He doesn’t want that. Sigh. “Have you ever fallen in love before?”
You prop your elbows on the table, curious as ever, and so oblivious. Donghyuck makes a mental note to not read any more of the love letters during the recording. He also makes a mental note to discuss what weekly themes the podcast will talk about before recording sessions, so he won’t act like a complete idiot in the room. Sigh.
“Do you want an honest answer?” He’s hoping you just drop the topic, but he might as well just say it. He might as well just say it in front of the fucking podcast, for thousands of people to hear, for you to hear. Just so you won’t bother him about it again. After all, if you think of him as Mr. Pessimist, you might as well know why.
“Well.. yeah.” Your body tenses up the same time he does this, you almost regret saying you want to know about what happened.
“Then yes. I did. And I think it’s overhyped.” Donghyuck says it firmly, and it gives you a reason to shut up. He doesn’t say anything as well after, and the recording turns dead. You conclude the podcast with an awkward chuckle, a meek apology to your co-host for being so nosy, while his jaw is clenched and his heart is at closed doors.
When you leave the studio that day, you take along with you new knowledge about Lee Donghyuck. Firstly, he might potentially have a hopeless heart. And that hopeless heart started to become a little too literal till it finally crushed him into pieces. The idea terrifies you. Mainly because you have a hopeless heart right now. And you wonder what would happen if you were in his shoes.
Secondly, Lee Donghyuck fell in love once. And you briefly wonder who that person is, before wondering why they would break his heart. Truth be told, Donghyuck is a decent man to an extent, and you wonder why they would make him feel this way.
You walk back home with a messy recording ready to be edited, and Donghyuck walks home with a shard of glass running down his body; pissed and anxious. He feels the vibrations of his phone, and it doesn’t make his mood better, but at the same time, it doesn’t make it worse.
[2 messages from Jeno to Hot Boy Shit]:
so… how was the recording?
did you like what i sent? *smirks*
[2 messages from Jaemin to Hot Boy Shit]:
wait whats happening lol
ive just got a text from bestie that you owe me a 100$ meal ?!
[2 messages from Donghyuck to Hot Boy Shit]:
nah fuck you
both of you
EPISODE 5: past and present roads collide
Donghyuck comes home to a lot of things.
He comes home from the sight of Jeno doing his marketing homework, papers sprawled in the middle of the dining table while his oversized hoodie gets the best of his body.
He can also come home from Jaemin’s failed attempts at baking, the weird smell of something burning seeping through the air, and him fanning a cloth over the smoke detector just so it won’t alarm.
Honestly, it’s safe to say he’s seen a lot of things when he comes home, whether it be something so simple, or something so questionable. This is his small ball of a constant, and him being a strong advocate of habit, he thinks this is all part of routine.
But there he is, coming home from soccer practice, his headband pulling back some parts of his hair away from his face, and he sees a sight he’s not accustomed to (Spoiler: it’s not you, because that sight of you is something that's already been part of his constant).
In other words, Donghyuck thinks he’s seen it all, seen so many oddities in the past years of being roommates with two fools, there will be nothing that phases him.
Or so he thought.
Because there goes Jaemin with a light pink party hat, standing by the front door of the apartment, holding up a banner alongside Jeno that says the exact words that elicit out of his mouth. It’s ten past seven, and Donghyuck was expecting to come home and take a fat nap, but he looks at the sight in front of him, and tries so hard not to drop his duffel bag on the floor in awe.
“Awe, what’s with the face? Do you not like it?” The enthusiasm in Jaemin’s face drops, and although Donghyuck doesn’t like seeing him being the killoy of all this, he genuinely can’t understand why there is an all of a sudden surprise party. He looks around, and there are faces here that he is more so familiar with, like yours, and some others he sees passing in the hallways.
“What is happening… is it someone’s birthday?” Donghyuck rubs the back of his head, awkwardly chuckling. He tries to look around the room if there’s any clues to the occasion, and he is completely aware that it’s neither anyone he’s close to having a birthday around this time… so?
Jeno steps forward, grabbing Donghyuck’s sports equipment, placing it on the corner of the room and proceeding to take off the boy’s headband, replacing it with the same designed party hat as Jaemin’s, “You know how you reached 10k listeners the other day? Yeah, Jaemin wanted to celebrate.”
He points to your figure, who is busy interacting with a group of first years. You look like you don’t mind the party, and he pulls the tiniest form of a smile when he sees you laughing over something the girl beside you said. The party hat on your head looks like you’ve a unicorn puked over your head. He wonders if you know how much of an idiot you look with it.
“Oh.” Donghyuck’s lips part, turning back to his two roommates, he doesn’t really know why they decide to host a party over something like this. But you know, they are college kids and uh— Jaemin will find every reason to party, even if it means celebrating the amount of clout you and him gained over the podcast.
“I swear to god, Hyuck. If you don’t show enthusiasm I will kick you out of this house.” Jaemin squints his eyes, his arms dropping, tired from holding up the banner and waiting for a decent reaction to come out of Donghyuck. Don’t be mistaken though, he’s lowkey touched by this celebration, because the boys always take the time to accomplish him with any milestone he’s reached, he’s just in awe.
Who even knew that he had the luck to get such roommates? He’s so starstruck, to the point he can even formulate the proper words, but apparently Jaemin thinks the opposite.
“No, no. It’s wonderful, I’m just shocked.” There’s something about this that Donghyuck finds so fucking endearing after each passing second, because when he looks around the room more, he sees a small cake in the middle of the table, and if he listens closely, he can hear the speakers blaring the recordings of his podcast (but let’s be real, Donghyuck hates to hear the sound of his voice).
Donghyuck pats his friends’ back as his gesture of a thank you, and takes off his shoes slowly.
The two boys move out of the way so Donghyuck can see the commotion they’ve done. You turn away from the first years you’re talking to and do a double take when you see Donghyuck finally home from practice, and Jaemin takes this as his cue to leave, “Okay, then. We’ll be playing Monopoly in Jeno’s room if you’ll be looking for us.”
“I won’t,” he jokes around, but when he peaks through Jeno’s bedroom and sees five more people trying to fit in there just to play that game, his words might be truer than he supposes. He cringes at the sight, before making his way to you.
“Well you seem grumpy in this fine evening,” you call out, watching as Donghyuck approaches you with ease, giving a head nod to the people he is familiar with, and pausing to stop in front of you, “Who am I kidding, you always look grumpy.”
He gives you a look, before clearing his throat. “Y/N.”
The way he says your name stiffly makes you scrunch your nose in disgust. And Donghyuck too crunches his face in disgust when he’s up close, next to you. You reek of alcohol. But you don’t look like you're getting tipsy, maybe give it a few more minutes, but the looming smell surrounding you explains why you’re easily talking to Donghyuck.
You hold out your bottle of alcohol and offer it to him, as if you guys are friends sharing a drink. “Here, drink this. It will help you loosen up.” The group of first-years move to a different spot in the house, maybe to get a drink from the kitchen, who knows, but for Donghyuck, he hesitantly takes the drink from you.
“Thank you.” He takes a sip from your cup, a small smile forming on your face when he doesn’t bother to hesitate — you repeat, as if you guys are friends taking a drink. You both know this won’t happen again, not unless you're sober. “Congratulations by the way, to us, that is.”
“Can you at least not sound dead when you say it?” You giggle, and Donghyuck awkwardly chuckles, chugging down another sip of the drink and facing away so you won’t study his reactions.
Donghyuck made a terrible mistake by doing that.
Just when Donghyuck is ready to loosen up and have fun at the party dedicated to him, he sees two figures he’s been trying to avoid since senior year of high school.
And he has no idea which one of the people in the room concluded that they have the audacity to bring these two here as their plus… two.
Two years of not seeing them. To be specific, two years, seven months and three days, but who’s counting? Definitely not Donghyuck.
He mutters curse words underneath his breath, and you’re too busy talking about how many streams the podcast reached and how much pride you take in doing so, but Donghyuck honestly is not listening. The second time he’s done that to you in the past month. Somewhat the same reason — or same context — because he feels so bothered looking at the sight right across from him.
Your back is facing it, continuing to ramble on and on, all while Donghyuck feels his heart just pondering just as his mind unlocks a distant memory.
“You good?” You finally look up at his face, and realize the wrinkles on his forehead from frowning. Before Donghyuck can get further welled up by the sight, he turns right at you, and musters up the fakest smile possible. You reek of alcohol, so he hopes you don’t sense this facade he’s putting up.
“Yeah uh, I just need to g—” his words trails off, before glance at the sight of the girl he onced loved, and once of his best friends in high school, looking at each other like they are so in love. He wants to scoff at it, he wonders if they even know that they’re doing such an act at his home.
And he asks himself, again: who the hell invited these two?
He’s not mad. Because it doesn’t feel like his blood is boiling, instead it feels like it’s turning cold.
“What are you looking at?” As you turn your head back, curious to the cause of the boy’s suspicious behaviour, he sees the two, observing an interaction between the two that just shows that they are a happy couple before turning back to Donghyuck, who’s not fully chugging the rest of the alcohol in the cup. “I—? Um— Mark?”
“You know him?” Donghyuck looks at you, tilting his head, clearly flustered and confused.
“Yes, he was in one of my classes last sem,” you explain to him, taking one more glance at the two, “I’m guessing that’s his girlfriend.”
The word girlfriend makes him wince. His heart tries to get accustomed to the title, and he hates how the cup in his hands is empty. He can’t drown those sorrows away.
“Yeah…” Donghyuck sighs, he feels helpless. Which is weird, because he rarely feels helpless, and all of a sudden it’s all crashing down on him.
You can tell something is up.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, grabbing the empty cup in his hand and walking towards the area with the drinks, refilling it for him because you almost feel bad.
He leans his body on the wall, amused at your observations. “Woah. Did I just hear that right?”
“Huh?” You hand him back his cup, and he chuckles.
“Last time I checked, you don’t care about me.” He calls you out, in a light tone, not spiteful. His almond eyes continue to regard you with keen interest as you tempt yourself away from slapping his arm.
“Shut up.” You mutter angrily, but soften up to him when he spares another glance at Mark and his girlfriend. It’s the fact that he is acting like this matter isn’t making him feel some type of way, while his eyes tell a different story.
“But really, do you want to talk about it?” Look, this will be the only time you’ll feel empathetic towards him. (It’s the alcohol in your system that makes you talk to him like this. That’s all.)
But it’s enough to make Donghyuck try to forget. He shrugs, lips forming into a thin smile. “I’m good.”
“No. You’re not.” You say as if you’re talking to a child, causing another sigh to escape his lips. The small persistent nature in you has been making Donghyuck say too much about himself to you, and he doesn’t know why he keeps on word vomiting such vulnerable parts of his life. To you.
And he knows it’s not your pretty (cool) privilege that he has for you.
“Remember that one podcast episode, when I told you I fell in love with someone?” You nod, remembering it clearly because the idea of Donghyuck — the boy who doesn’t fall in love — actually falling in love has been living in your mind for the past few days. “I liked Yeri before, That’s Mark’s girlfriend.”
He swirls his drink, taking another aggressive chug before moving his gaze at the two. The more he keeps on glancing at them, he thinks it will make the pain less, since he’ll start getting accustomed to it. But the more he sees how in love they are — how in love his old best friend is, the pain he tries to subside doesn’t get easier.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” He glances at you, and you try to reassure him. But he doesn’t know why you're sorry. You don’t know why you’re sorry. It’s not your fault Donghyuck's life has gone to this. He chose to love, and though he once understood how much of a beautiful thing it could be, he refuses to do so again. It’s not your fault he feels this way. It’s his. He doesn’t know why you’re saying those words.
And he doesn’t like that you’re saying those words. Because you of all people don't know how it feels to be heartbroken like this.
He won’t despise you for it, though. After all, he once knew how it felt like, and he won’t take that away from you, nor place the negative emotions penting in his body towards you. “It’s no worries, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
If he thinks about it, he’s thankful that you’re here. It makes the fog trafficking his thoughts subtly clearer.
And you try to change the topic. To make the atmosphere between the both of you lighter. It’s a party dedicated to a milestone you both reached, and it would be foolish if you spend the rest of the night worrying about what could have been. You pat Donghyuck’s shoulder awkwardly, yet with sentiment, and it’s enough for him to forget.
“By the way, there’s cupcakes in the refrigerator. Don’t worry, I baked it this time. If you need it, you can take the whole batch.” You gesture to the kitchen, and your head starts spinning when you take a step forward.
It’s the way you barely drink. Oh god.
“You’re being awfully kind to me,” Donghyuck looks down at your figure, taking a hold of your hand before you accidentally tip forward. It’s his first time making contact with your skin, and his heart — from being so stone cold — warms up at the thought.
“At least I’m not being a pain in the ass this time, you're welcome.” The corners of his lips tug up when you try to compose yourself. This is much better than being a heartbroken fool at your own party.
“You’re so drunk.” He grins when you swat his arm away from his hold.
Who knew, huh.
From the corner of his eye, he can feel someone’s gaze lingering his way, but he’s too busy to notice.
“No I’m not. I only drank half a bottle.” You argue back, trying to keep a firm stance but your voice starts to slur. As you try to explain yourself, Donghyuck takes the party hat off his head and swipes his hair back. Oh.
“So you’re lightweight?” Though he tries to refuse the delight creeping up his way at your drunken state, Donghyuck can’t help to feel at glee, especially after seeing you just gulp down harshly, unknowingly keeping eye contact with him for longer than the normal.
You look away immediately when he smirks. “No no no. I’m alright. It will take an awful lot of effort for the alcohol to do its job, I’ll be alright.” Your words and actions say two different things, and when you take one more step, your mind suddenly faces some difficulties.
These difficulties come in the form of you almost tripping over air, and Donghyuck having to grab a hold of your wrist, you throwing your body at him, and him scoffing at you for it.
“If you say so…” He most likely drank more than you with his two complete chugged down drinks, yet here you are, looking like a complete idiot. As always. If he can, he would declare it as your brand.
“Yes. And let’s get some of my cupcakes and go play Monopoly with the others.” You finally reach the kitchen, and Donghyuck props his weight on the counter with an eyebrow raised, watching you (try to) open the fridge.
“Who said I want to do that?” He does not want to play Monopoly with the boys in that sweaty room.
“You want to stay here and watch those two lovebirds?” Even when you're intoxicated, you still find a way to say smart things, and Donghyuck hates that for you. He doesn’t glance back this time.
Monopoly it is.
Donghyuck moves towards you and then beside you, helping you take out the batch of cupcakes after seeing you struggle to get it yourself. The proximity makes the butterflies in your stomach do some flips, re: you’re drunk and you won’t think of this while you're sober.
But while you’re still not-sober, you turn your head to face him, realizing your faces are inches apart from each other’s. He gives you an endearing beam, and that not-sober mind of yours makes a pact that smiling looks better on Donghyuck than a frown, and you’ll do whatever it takes to see it again.
Re: you’re drunk.
EPISODE 06: the rise of secret admirers
Lee Donghyuck does not fall in love, but maybe there could be a few exceptions.
“Okay so I will pick out our fifth love letter of the day… again, by natural selection.” You try to joke around, but your attempts to do so ends up in the trash when the boy across from you rolls his eyes. And you shoot him a sarcastic grin back at him out of impulse.
With Donghyuck, there’s bound to be endless banter from left to right, no matter how much progress the both of you made to try and cross the line between being in each other throats to finally having a decent form of friendship, all costs and efforts are lost the moment one of you open your mouths to say something to the other.
“Please. If you’re just going to laugh at me, why don’t you say something interesting instead.” You wail in frustration, throwing your rough script up in the air hopelessly. Being a comedian has never been your strong suit. “We need content. And I’m the only one giving proper content to the media.”
“Excuse me for being a prude,” Donghyuck straightens his posture on the chair, staring right at you as he speaks, “But I have made my fair share of top tier content for this podcast. You just don’t have the humor to think mine are okay.”
“No. Shut up.” You grumble.
And he puts up a taunting grin, “You’re just mad that I’m right.” He begins to tease, voice echoing with rich velvet and mirth, “And watch your language, we’re recording.”
“College kids listen to this, not elementary kids. I think I’m allowed to swear.” You fire back. There are so many things tempting to come out of your mouth, but the evident distaste in your features leave him with pure entertainment. He’s such a hypocrite, because you know that in the next few seconds, he’ll probably blurt out some foul language that is much more inappropriate than your simple ‘shut up.’
You continue to stare down at him, sending daggers at Donghyuck’s way and him easily dodging each one.
“Just read the goddamn letter.” See? What did you say?
After that night, the night where you treated Donghyuck as if he was a friend — someone that can lean on your shoulder when times get tough, he seems to search for the version of you through the days following. But the more the both of you keep firing fire in the pit, he slowly wishes that he never associated with you in the first place. Because you are a pain.
You are so intolerable.
He doesn’t even know why he likes you.
“Dear Romancing, I’m the friend that got called out the last time. The one that doesn’t fall in love. I don’t know, it’s not that I don’t want to, I just don’t think I’m ready.” You begin reading another letter from the pile, but this specific one causes Donghyuck to freeze. He forgot he wrote that out of impulse.
Let’s see. How shall we explain this? So to keep a long story short, he did it for a variety of reasons that absolutely make no sense, but if they had to come down to the top three, most rational, valid explanations it would be because of Jeno’s peer pressure, content for the podcast, and seeing your reaction without directly asking it from you.
It’s like a beta; to see how you would present yourself in this type of situation, and how you’ll handle it, so Donghyuck will know what to do when he himself introduces his not-so-loving self to you. He wants to see if you can teach him to fix it.
But he can’t imagine that the letter — out of the hundred others in the mail — that this one would be the lucky draw. If he calculated correctly, then the chances of his letter being read out loud would be lower than the acceptance rate of Harvard.
This says a lot about his fate, because if you think about it, Donghyuck is one lucky bastard.
Your eyes blink at the paper, forming sparkles as it moves across the sheet. He hopes that the look on your face is a good thing. “But there’s this girl. And even though she can be an ass sometimes, it just feels nice to be around her. But I don’t want to admit that.”
As you repeat the words written, the tone of your voice can depict your excitement. And if only the both of you were filming a Youtube Video instead of recording the podcast, the audience would be able to witness how bad your cheeks are heating up. You think it’s absolutely cute how the person sending the letter is able to find exceptions in his stance.
At the same time, the boy across from you contemplates on how oblivious you are, because there’s a complete set of puzzles set in front of you, and you still haven’t pieced any of the dots together.
“Now this is content.” You chide delightfully, enthralled that there even is a part two to this specific love-advice-story. Everybody, say thank you to Donghyuck for this.
“Damn.” He comments quietly; nibbling his bottom lip to refrain from word vomiting.
“Mr. Guy That Doesn’t Fall In Love, let me just say one thing, because I have a feeling you already know what you're feeling inside.” You beam, sitting on the edge of your office chair as you clear your throat. “If you feel happy with that girl, it’s most likely you’re making the girl happy too.”
His eyes widen.
What the fuck.
“What type of advice is that?” When Donghyuck bursts, you look back at him with an unphased expression, shrugging at him because you know that what you said is correct.
This is not what he was expecting from you. He expected something along the lines of ‘aS a hOpeLeSs rOmAnTic, i tHinK yOu sHouLd gO fOr iT,’ then that could give him a sense of validation that falling love wouldn’t be so bad. But… this?
You tell him that you won’t say anything because you apparently know what he’s already going to say… and you end up giving him reassurance about giving each other happiness…?
What does that even mean—!
“It’s great advice. Better than what you can think of.” You commend yourself with great honour at the piece of advice you gave; Donghyuck thinks it’s pure bull. It keeps him in place, it reminds him why he doesn’t fall in love with people because they too don’t know how to properly explain why it would be so great to do so.
But at the same time, though he utterly, unquestionably, undoubtedly thinks that sending in this letter is such a waste of time, now that you have given him one of the worst replies — and those words only start with the letter ‘u’, there’s much more where he comes from — it still lifts some sort of weight. It did jackshit, but nevertheless, it made Donghyuck somewhat better. Just a little bit.
He feels so conflicted.
“You said something?” Donghyuck pretends to be deafened, holding up his hands to cup his ears.
“Get out of here.” You groan, attempting to ignore Donghyuck as you make an effort to give the patron the advice they are looking for, “But Mr. Guy That Doesn’t Fall In Love, if you feel something towards someone, don’t stop yourself. Don’t be like Donghyuck. Look at him now, he’s a miserable motherfucker.”
At that Donghyuck looks at you in disbelief, crescents in his eyes forming, and though he tries not to show it, he thinks that that was one of the best things you’ve said all day. Even when the ridiculing is directed to him. It made him smile.
Donghyuck’s pretty sure he said that in his mind. Not out loud. But when you look at him, taken aback, he flutters his eyes shut and wishes he can erase himself from the embarrassment. You perk up, and he knows you won’t let this off the hook.
“Thank you, I know I am.” You over-exaggerate how flattered you are, flipping your hair dramatically and straightening your posture. Deep inside, you still feel flattered, but by acting over the top, it makes it seem like your heart isn’t failing on you at this moment. But it is.
This is the art of sarcasm, and it has given you a whole lot of perks.
“I wasn’t talking about you.” He tries to take back what he said, but it’s already engraved in your mind.
You lean forward to the table, “Then what are you referring to as cute? The guy in the letter?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Donghyuck has reached peak humiliation, and he doesn’t know why he can’t just embrace his slip up and act like the charismatic guy he is towards other people. It’s your fault he’s like this. It’s your fault everyone will find out how whipped he is for you the moment this podcast episode goes live.
He wonders why he can’t act normal toward you, why he can’t ever do his almost-playboy antics— but it’s you. He uses this as another opportunity to learn something about you. And it is exactly how hard it is to figure out who you really are that keeps his interest levels high. He could go whipped for any other person, he is the star soccer player on campus, but his dumbass-of-a-brain chose you.
“Loser.” You voice out Donghyuck’s thoughts about himself. Because he’s starting to slowly admit how much of a loser he is. And it’s all your fault.
EPISODE 7: the first-first kiss
Slowly but surely, Donghyuck starts to admit that he is going through a free fall. Well, not really a free fall because there would be air resistance — the air resistance being his metaphorical refusal that he is indeed going down. And if this version of Donghyuck told the version of him several days ago that he will one day admit this calling, past Donghyuck would not take it well.
But here he is now, grasping in the atmosphere of his defeat; he almost feels like those Ancient Gods that carry the weight of losing an important battle, but he doesn’t know which one specifically because he hasn’t taken any world history courses.
Lee Donghyuck has hit rock bottom with his relationship with you. He is like a lost puppy, a clown embarrassing himself in his own circus, a shrivelled up leaf on the sidewalk, and every other comparable item that he can think of on the top of his head.
So when he looks up at the ceiling, he acts as if all the answers could be found there, throwing and catching the soccer ball in his hands as he lies down on the couch as another awful sigh escapes his lips. He can hear your voice inside his head spewing out nonsense. Honestly, you’ve been living in his mind for a while now and could ask you to pay for the rent you’ve been occupying.
He’s immersed in his own thoughts, that he has forgotten that you are actually here, and he can hear your voice. And it’s not the voice that he’s imagining. “Can you stop sighing, it’s getting annoying.”
Donghyuck catches the ball with his hands, holding it firmly before proceeding to turn his head to your voice. When he looks at you, he’s faced with the wrath of your dead face, seeming as if you’ve been sick and tired of his noises of complaint, that he isn’t aware he’s doing. It’s the way you have your arms folded, waiting for him to do something, as you sit on the floor by the coffee table with your laptop in front of you with a bored expression that makes him sigh even louder.
“Why are you even here?” He sits up, leaning his back on the cushions and mirroring the expression on your face, “Aren’t you done tutoring Jaemin?”
“Yeah. But is there something wrong with me staying here?” You interrogate him, and he just closes his eyes in despair. Does he want to deal with this right now? Not really.
Here we go again. “If you’re wondering why I’m still here. I’m going to make those Dalgona Coffee things that’s everywhere on Tiktok with Jeno. I’ve been dying to make them, and Nana did not want to do them with me. He says it’s too messy—”
You stop your rant abruptly when you realize that Donghyuck has been staring at you quietly. He’s nit-picking one of the pieces of loose thread on the throw pillow, and even listening to you, which is to your surprise.
“Oh?” He tilts his head when you quit mid-sentence, waiting for you to continue on, but instead you shake your head, shifting closer to the coffee table and typing away on your laptop.
“I went on a tangent, my bad.” You purse your lips, and you still feel the weight of his eyes directed towards your face.
He feels his heart soften at how casual you are just seconds ago. All while you feel hues of crimson taint your cheeks, bashful at your passionate ramble about coffee. “And you didn’t try to ask me?”
You tilt your head up, eyes churning to see Donghyuck with a grin on his face, which causes you to furrow your eyebrows, “Because you’re going to say no?”
“You never know. I could’ve joined you.” You’re pretty sure this is all talk; last time you checked, you and Donghyuck never did something together voluntarily.
“But knowing you, if you did join me, I would’ve probably thrown all the ingredients at you in less than five minutes because you would make me mad. Plus, Jeno seems like he’s actually down to do them with me. You’d probably feel forced to do it.” You take note that you’re rambling again, and you want to slap your forehead for it.
Maybe it’s the lack of sleep kicking in your system, because that always has been bringing you to do this you won’t usually do on the norm (I.e. talking to Donghyuck properly), of course other than drinking alcohol, that also makes you do weird shit.
But you're making the coffee with Jeno later in the evening, most likely around 11pm, since he needs to use the caffeine to stay up for his Marketing assignment. That’s still in a few hours, though.
“Wait. Do you perhaps have any fever patches?” You shut your laptop and ask.
Donghyuck is taken aback by it, eyes slightly bulging out of his head from worry (but you don’t know that), “Are you sick?”
“No,” you trail off, rubbing the back of your head meekly, “I’m just getting really sleepy and I need to stay awake.” You don’t explain further to him, you don’t need to. But he finds that there’s a certain level of oddity at your proposition.
Remembering that one kdrama Jaemin indulged in around a year ago — where the guy placed a fever patch on his forehead during a midnight study session, because the coolness kept the guy awake — Donghyuck nods in acquiesce, not bothering to question if those things actually work.
That’s probably why Jeno once bought a whole stash of them one time, “Okay, lemme get them. I’m sure there’s some in the bathroom.” He gets up and pats down his shirt before proceeding to get the fever patches.
You fidget and tap on the surface of the desk while waiting for Donghyuck to come back, yawning shamelessly and shaking your head furiously to remove all the sleepy jitters trying to crawl your skin. From your periphery, you can see him coming back with a fresh box of the item you asked, speculating it before diverting his eyes to you.
He stops in front of you, kneeling down to level himself alongside and letting you watch as he rips open the packaging. “Oh. Thanks.” You try to grab it from him, but he pulls his arm back.
As you try to grab the fever patch from him, he preps it and holds the edges of the square with both his hands, making sure he doesn’t touch the sticky part. “I’ll put it on you.”
“There’s no need— oh.” Donghyuck shifts his weight, leaning forward as he takes off the grasp of one side of the patch to tuck your hair back behind your ear. Your breath hitches when you take note that his body is inches away from yours.
He delicately swipes back more strands of hair before aligning the patch straight on your forehead, rubbing it with his thumb softly to ensure it won’t fall off. You look up at him, seeing that he’s focused on putting it properly. This is probably the closest you’ve seen Donghyuck.
“I must say, you don’t look that bad up close.” You comment, Donghyuck feeling your breath hit his skin, and his lips twitch up. The way you’re studying him gives him the sole reason why the butterflies are fluttering in his stomach.
“It’s good that you know that, Princess.” He smirks, finally mustering up the courage to bolden up, just to cover up the fact that he is clearly flustered at where you both are positioned. He wonders where this energy has gone a few days ago.
“Not the nickname again.” You cry, letting out a huff before pushing him away from you. He’s still sitting in front of you, and there’s an evident glint in his eye. “Nevermind what I said earlier, sometimes your face looks very punchable.”
“Oh, really?” He tests you, lifting up one of his eyebrows.
“Yes. Really.” You squeak, looking down at the carpet with a smile, but as your gaze diverts back to him, you can suddenly feel a lump in your throat when he looks right back at you. His eyes pierce into you, as if he’s searching for something in the stars of your own set, “Donghyuck, what are you doing?”
You awkwardly clear your throat.
“Looking at you.” He says straightforwardly, and the way he’s still looking at you sends shivers down your back. Donghyuck notices the effect it has, and it makes the crescent of his lip more apparent, “Why? Am I not allowed to?”
“It feels weird.” You reply truthfully, wanting to bury your head in a hole or maybe run to the opposite end of the country just to avoid this contact. It’s leaving brushes of shimmer against your skin, and you don’t particularly know how to feel about it.
“May I know why it feels weird?” He waits for an answer, so confidently, as if he wants to challenge you.
“You better stop what you're doing.” As you warn him, it only makes him more satisfied, more bold.
“But you said I don’t look bad up close.” There’s a tone of mockery enlaced in his voice, trying to reach and copy the same tone of your voice, only to end up pitches higher as he pouts. The way Donghyuck’s eyeing your lips don’t go unnoticed and your eyes unknowingly rests on his as well, “Don’t tell me you regret saying it. That would be unlike you.”
“Shut. Up.” You say through gritted teeth, looking at him through your lashes as your heart continues to beat rapidly. It’s so intense, you swear if Donghyuck is paying attention to it, he would be able to hear it synchronizing with his own heart.
He looks back up at your eyes, only to catch you staring at his lips.
Before neither of you can take back the situation, his lips smash against yours.
You don’t even know who decided to finish the act, whether it be you or him, because he asked you to do it, but you don’t know if Donghyuck was impatient and just did it a millisecond before you. But there are goosebumps rising on your skin when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss; his lips finding solace in yours, it just feels so sweet.
You don’t even know if you're doing it correctly, but Donghyuck makes it so that your stomach knots harder and unravels quickly again, a bloom blooming throughout your chest as you relax under his touch.
If he’s being honest, he’s always associated a pair’s first kiss as something so over romanticized. Because he’s never felt that way before. And he would always scoff at the idea of first kisses feeling like fireworks or warm vanilla. He doesn’t know how to describe this one. But he knows it feels right.
Donghyuck doesn’t fall in love, but if this, if this is what it feels like to fall in love; the one that you won’t ever shut up about, then maybe he wouldn’t mind it at all.
Because maybe he’s growing fond of the idea.
EPISODE 8: shoot your shot
“And there we have it, Lee Donghyuck scores another goal!”
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Neither of you talk about The Incident for the next few days and you’re thankful Donghyuck doesn’t taunt you for it nor bring it up. If you think about it, it might be better this way. It’s just as if that distinct memory you shared with Donghyuck by the coffee table banished right after it happened, and you blame it for your sleep deprivation that it even happened because having lack of sleep should be able to make you irrationally kiss the boy you would never think of kissing. Yeah. Totally.
At least Jaemin, or Jeno, did not see whatever that was. If they did, you would’ve hid in the closet for the rest of your lifetime. But they didn’t. And that’s all that matters.
Which is why when the two boys drag you to one of Donghyuck’s soccer games — as their means of being supportive to their roommate, as well as to drag you out of your dorm to get some sunlight — they don’t act differently towards you, and they don’t interrogate you about the status of your relationship with Donghyuck. Because they don’t know what happened.
Unbeknownst to Donghyuck, he doesn’t know that you will watch his game. Especially since you never even bother to participate in watching any of the sports games held around campus, so he believes that he has the liberty act however he pleases, just because a specific pair of eyes, that belong to you, isn’t watching him. And it’s doing him hella justice.
Or so he thinks.
“He looks so cool.” Jeno says through the food he’s eating, leaning forward on his seat to get a better view of the game while there are spots of ketchup and mustard left on the corner of his lip from the hotdog.
You raise your head to get a better view of Donghyuck, finally spotting him as his brown locks are pulled back by a headband as he jogs from one end of the field to the other. His tongue is slightly sticking out as he runs with the ball, eyes following it attentively and glancing up to see where his opponents are going.
As you carefully take a bite of your hotdog, you focus your periphery on the main action on the field, seeing the ball fly up in the air towards Donghyuck’s direction, before it lands on the ground a few metres away from his foot. You realize that there aren't a lot of people with the ball other than Donghyuck, and when he sprints to it, there are multiple opposing players trying to take the ball away from him or stopping him from getting closer to the ball.
He slides past them like it’s such an easy feat to do so, and the crowd goes wild when Donghyuck makes a successful long-distance pass, kicking it to one of his teammates before it reaches the other team’s goal.
“Oh my god, did you see that?” Jaemin stands up next to you in excitement, turning momentarily to see your reactions with an awe-struck one laid on his face.
“Yes, Nana. We saw it.” You chuckle, shaking your head with a smile before shifting at your spot once more to find the best view to the game, since there are so many heads in front of yours and the three of you came to the stadium with half the seats already filled.
As you jerk your head to follow the ball, you see the backs of two familiar figures, pointing at the game and clapping just like everybody else is.
“Is that Mark and his girlfriend? Over there, look.” You point your lips to the two, nudging Jeno’s side so he can look at where you are looking. He snaps his neck and widens his eyes when he recognizes Mark and Yeri.
He then turns to you in question, “Yeah. What about them?”
“I don’t know. Donghyuck told me something before.” You shrug, lifting your shoulders.
“Wait. He told you?” Jeno purses his lips, before a knowing smile slowly forms in his face, thinking the most out of the situation. “I didn’t know you were close like that.”
“I don’t think we are? It was a one time thing.” You answer honestly, a nervous chuckle coming out of your throat as you avoid the way Jeno is staring down at you. He scoffs in disbelief, and when Jaemin is finished cheering, he sits back down and joins the conversation, leaning his body to hear what you two are saying.
“I’m surprised that it’s only a one time thing, since you guys have been spending a lot of time together the past few weeks.” Jeno confesses, which makes Jaemin nod furiously as he adds on. “I think you’ve been spending more time with him than me.”
Your gaze shifts back and forth at the two boys, tongue tied because you don’t know how to reply to that. The fact that they are stating this out of the blue, in the middle of a freaking soccer game, makes you want to cough out the hotdog you're eating.
They might be right about that, how you’ve been spending the past few weeks a little more than your liking with Donghyuck; but them of all people should know that you’re only doing so because of reasons that include everything along the lines of ‘podcast assignment’ or ‘mutual friends’.
Your heart races at the idea, and when you can feel Jaemin and Jeno waiting for your next move, you suddenly just want to break out in cold sweat.
What makes you even more terrified, is that you’ve only realized now that you stopped complaining about Donghyuck to Jaemin.
“Go, Hyuck!” The girls sitting behind you scream out loud, causing you to flinch while the two boys jerk their heads to see why the crowd is suddenly getting hyped up. You let out a huff of relief when they finally quit the curiosity towards your relationship with Donghyuck, and now moved to the game instead.
But your half-second calmness is immediately replaced with a new problem.
Because as you decide to see the commotion, and why everyone is starting to cheer for the captain (yet, again), his eyes land where you are sitting. He notices you. He looks down at the ball for a second before turning back to you, and it causes you to freeze at your spot.
Everyone around you is cheering loudly, some of them even standing up from their position in enthusiasm. Donghyuck grins smugly and looks back at you, pointing his index finger in your direction that has several fellow watchers trying to find who he was exactly pointing to. Your cheeks start to heat up when Jaemin’s jaw drops and looks at you in disbelief.
“Holy shit. Donghyuck has never done that before. You saw that, right?” Jaemin says in excitement, his lips curving up the slightest as it replays in his mind. “Y/N. What the fuck. He’s fucking flirting with you.”
“He was just pointing at me. I don’t know what that means.” You lie. You have an idea what it means, but trying to admit it will only make you feel even more flustered, so it’s better that you avoid it and play dumb.
“He just straight up dedicated his next shot to you. Come on, Y/N. Did you not find that cute?” Jaemin tries to get something out of you, but you don’t bulge; your eyes are still on the game, Donghyuck gets the goal in and the yells from around you helps you ignore the crazy thumping in your chest.
Yes you find it cute. Nobody’s ever done that to you before. Donghyuck’s never done that to you before. Now shut up before you start feeling some type of way.
“Oh, please. He’s probably done this to other girls. It’s not that serious.” You shake your head, trying to get your mind out of the gutter. You’re trying to remember that Donghyuck and you still despise each other, but you begin to take knowledge of the little things that are changing in this relationship.
“I’d beg to differ.” Jeno smirks, leaning back in his seat with amusement taunting his iris’. You turn your head with a frown.
“Shut up, let’s just watch this game.” Jeno laughs, shaking his head at your denial.
“What if Donghyuck likes you?” Jaemin gasps at the sudden idea he’s thought of, proud at the on-the-go assumption he’s made, while you look at him disappointingly. “Come on. Don’t give me that look. It was like he was dedicating his next score for you.”
“Jaemin.” You warn him, and he lets out a giggle.
“Look at that. Someone’s blushing.” Jeno pokes your shoulder teasingly. You should’ve never allowed them to bring you to the game if this is what they were going to do.
“Jeno.” You say through gritted teeth, and you don’t miss the way the two boys bump their fist together behind you.
“So you like him.” They say as a statement instead of a question. You wonder why they are so convinced you like him, because you haven’t done anything to make them think in such a way. Well, unless Donghyuck told them about the kiss— if he did, you would whoop his ass. You suddenly think back to the time Jaemin noted to you that you and Donghyuck seem to have ‘chemistry’ while recording the podcast, and you don’t know if he’s taken those words to heart.
“I don’t like him. And he doesn’t like me. It’s as simple as that.” You make an attempt to sound strong and firm, but your words come out as a mere squeak.
If anything, you’d like to say Donghyuck has turned into a friend. That’s only if you’re willing to call him such, because the past few weeks prove to you that he really isn’t as bad as you suppose. But you don’t like him, you swear. Maybe.
“If you say so.” They drop the conversation, since there’s still a game you have to focus on.
You don’t even understand why you’re getting affected by this; last time you checked, you and Donghyuck don’t share the same values. He doesn’t fall in love. And you want to fall in love. But if you fall in love with someone who doesn’t, then it won’t do you any good. But what if he’s changed? But what if—
“30 seconds on the clock.”
The commentary snaps you back into present time, a quirk of an eyebrow while you flick your eyes to the scoreboard makes you realize that both teams are on another tie.
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“Oh shit.” You hear Jaemin curse, moving his butt closer to the edge of the chair while he grasps on his hotdog tighter. You too, feel the rate of your heart quicken.
“Here comes Lee Donghyuck with the ball—”
Fixated on his figure, your able to follow where Donghyuck is moving with the bolded #1 on his jersey, seeing that he’s running towards the ball with all his might, zipping through all his opponents and flashing through the grass like lightning. A player with a different coloured jersey starts to run beside him, and it cues Donghyuck to pick up his pace. Everything is getting intense, and Donghyuck starts to grow in desperation after every passing second just so he can touch the ball and kick it to the net.
Jeno’s holding the handle of the chair like his life is on the line, muttering in hushed whispers ‘you better get this one, idiot’ and you want to laugh. But you have no time to laugh.
“Finally!” Jaemin shouts when Donghyuck gets a hold of the ball after failed attempts prior, kicking it to the other side of the field where the goal was. Every student who is rooting for the team is now standing in excitement, ready to cheer if Donghyuck delivers the winning point. Since he’s captain, though you might now want to acknowledge so, you believe that he can do it.
It’s not until he moves closer to the opposing side’s goal, moving past the defence players and slipping in between the gaps as they try to take the ball away from him. Donghyuck uses his footwork to keep the ball to himself, and your fists subconsciously turn white at how it’s clenched.
Donghyuck looks at where he’s trying to shoot, doing his best to break the tie and win this game. In a millisecond, he swings his leg back and kicks the ball with just the right amount of energy, causing it to fly before it stops at the net.
“There we have it. The winning shot from none other than the captain himself!”
The commentator tries to scream the stats louder than the noise in the crowd, but everyone is busy screaming in glee, Jaemin and Jeno included as they almost throw their food up in the air from all the exhilaration. Jeno claps his hands, and Jaemin hollers. As for you, you let out the biggest breath, not realizing how apprehensive you’ve become.
A soft giggle elicits from your throat as you watch Donghyuck run through the field haphazardly, his teammates scurrying over to him to engulf him in hugs and pats. And you feel at ease.
When Donghyuck takes off his headband, wiping the sweat off his head with his arm. He takes a sharp inhale, and eyes going off to search the crowd, immediately stopping when they meet yours in the crowd. There’s so much screaming from the crowd, but you hear bells. You hear bells ringing through your ears and everything about this just feels too good to be true.
He ignores the pushes and shoves from his teammates when his gaze is at yours, and it’s just as if time has stopped just for you to share this moment with him. You give him a smile, a small-thumbs up, and he reciprocates the act, making your heart set off into a rocket.
“So, what’d you think about your first game you watched?” Jaemin asks, “Is it good?” The thing is, you don’t need to say anything for them to know what you're feeling.
“It’s… okay…” And both Jeno and Jaemin know that you’re lying. Your eyes are telling them it’s more than okay. In fact, by the looks of it, they can tell you won’t be needing your Tinder app anymore.
The two share a knowing look at each other when you continue to look back at Donghyuck, a whole galaxy painted in your eyes. If only you can acknowledge them.
EPISODE 9: meet-cute (and puppies)
There’s a shift.
You can just sense it.
Or perhaps, you can’t only just sense it, but you know it. And you know it because you have never looked at Donghyuck in that way before. Not in a way where you seem like you're looking for something in him: something specific but not knowing exactly what it is.
For the most part, this acquired proposition doesn’t completely impact your relationship with him: there’s still the occasional banter from one end to the other, and his continuous foolish acts still makes your skin boil, but now, the way you act around him, when it’s only the both of you in the room, is more tense.
And not the good kind of tension.
“Hey, are you okay?” Donghyuck says softly, his eyes showing worry when he’s caught you lacking and staring off at a random spot in the room for the past few minutes.
Your eyes avert to him, and you swear, it feels much weirder to look at him straight in the eye. It doesn’t feel natural. It feels like you’re hiding something from him, but you don’t know what it is in Donghyuck that’s making you feel this specific, new way towards him.
Nowadays, you feel yourself holding back when you converse with him. It takes you an unusual amount of willpower to not all of a sudden worry about the way you speak to Donghyuck. He’s supposed to be one of the people you have no filter for, to be yourself and not worry about what he thinks. But it really doesn’t feel the way you want it to be at the moment.
He waves his hand across your face, causing you to get your mind off your daydream and you give him a faint smile of reassurance before sitting up straight. “Yeah, I’m good.” You clear your throat, adjusting your headset and placing your face closer to the microphone, muttering an apology.
You can still feel Donghyuck’s stare on you. You’re unable to meet his eyes without panicking, which is why you avoid looking at his figure.
This shift is making you shift on your seat uncomfortably.
“Your shoulders are tense. We can’t have you breaking cold sweat now.” Donghyuck notices the tension in the air, trying to fix it by calling you out and chuckling it off. But everything comes off as awkward. A disconcerting feeling starts to stir in the pit of your stomach, so you take a deep breath and try to forget that Donghyuck is in the room.
Just pretend you're talking to someone else. Absolutely. This is going to work out perfectly if you act like it isn’t your crush that’s right in front of you. Wait— holy shit you did not just say crush.
“Right.” You yelp, and flick your leg to stop acting like a total fool. Donghyuck just stares at you suspiciously, before he suddenly grabs the notebook where your podcast ideas are written down and pretends to not notice the strained atmosphere. He gets ready to talk, pressing the resume button on the recording and your shoulders drop in ease that he total focus isn’t on you anymore.
“Anyways, I’ll be the one introducing this week’s topic.” he brings himself closer to the mic as he looks up at the ceiling, trying to formulate and visualize the proper words to say. He looks really pretty. “I think it’s my first time introducing the topic… huh.”
“It’s about time,” you mumble, blushing when you feel the sudden weight of his gaze. He gives you a warm smile when you're finally trying to talk to him properly, and it makes things seem much easier to do so.
“Okay, okay. Here we go.” He says excitingly, and your wariness slowly fades away; the bliss he’s giving you when he gives you a knowing look that reminds you that you both are going to talk about a topic you’ve been dying to discuss in the podcast. Donghyuck checks off that topic from your list as he talks, “We’re going to be talking about meet-cute incidents. A topic that has been on our list of discussions for a while now. But we only decided to talk about it now for one specific reason:”
He gestures for you to continue on. He sends you a message through telepathy on what to say, and you hold back a grin suddenly remembering why you and Donghyuck decided to make this your theme this week. Because of Jaemin. The boy across from you feels his heart blossoming when you start easing up in the room.
It’s like the saying, ‘seeing you happy makes me happy,’ in this case, that form comes in you.
“We have this friend, and when he came back home from his volleyball practice, he brought home a dog that he picked up on the sidewalk because apparently the owner couldn’t be found. At first, we thought that the dog had rabies so we told him to kick the dog out, but he insisted on finding the owner.” You start to talk about Jaemin’s incident from earlier this week, and Donghyuck finds that the small giggle coming out of your mouth is very pretty. “Next thing you know, the owner comes and picks up their dog. And our friend just looked so starstruck when he opened the door.”
Here’s the thing: you’re pretty good at sharing stories about other people in your circle without spilling out their names, and although most people know and associate you with Jaemin and might have an idea that this story is about him, you still do not mention his name for many reasons. But at least it gives a mysterious element in the story, because they wouldn’t officially consider that you are talking about him unless you straight up announce it.
You try to stop yourself from smiling at the memory too hard, picturing how Jaemin looked when he met the owner of the puppy for the first time, because minutes after the puppy is gone, he either wouldn’t shut up about how cute the owner looked, or would just start grinning to himself at the small memory. You, Donghyuck, and Jeno saw him almost trip on his foot once because of how distracted he’s gotten.
“I never seen him with that look before. It looks nice on him.” Donghyuck laughs wholeheartedly, neither of you getting slightly worried that Jaemin will come screaming at you for telling his story to the podcast. But again, you did not say his name. And if anything, you can drag Donghyuck down with you if Jaemin does get mad.
“It does.” You agree with him, and he throws his head back in bemusement before huffing a sigh of content.
“To the person who picked up their dog from our friend. This is our love letter to you. Our friend is probably whipped for you now.” Donghyuck does his job as a love advisor, but this time, a matchmaker too, “Last time we talked to him — which was a few hours ago, he couldn’t stop blushing while doing his calculus assignment.”
You’re happy for your best friend, you really are, but the more you see romance happening all around you, from the podcast to now your best friend, your mind goes back to asking when you’ll have that moment as well. Because you, of all people, have been waiting patiently for your turn.
“I wonder when I’ll have my meet-cute moment,” you say out loud, and it perks up Donghyuck’s interest.
He wonders if you remember the first time you met him.
“You know, when I first heard the term 'meet-cute’, I thought it meant that you’re meeting a really cute person for the first time.” This makes you giggle. You nod at him, agreeing because you thought the same thing as him when you first heard of this term. “But it isn’t necessarily that.”
“Well, you’re not wrong.”
You clear your throat. “Okay, I’ll get started with the love letters. Donghyuck, pick one from the pile and give it to me.” Grabbing the basket with all the letters you place on the table in front of Donghyuck, as he picks one out, there’s something about the way he looks up at you; it makes your body feel as if it’s zapped by electricity. He’s barely doing anything to make you feel like this, but it almost makes you dizzy — like the blood is rushing hard around your head.
“Here.” He takes one and gives it to you, your hands momentarily brushing which makes your whole body jolt. A warm tingling feeling courses to your own fingertips, and you wonder how holding his hand would feel like.
“Thank you.” You mumble bashfully, your cheeks painted with scarlet hues as you try to open the letter. When you unfold the piece of paper, you are meeted with a full page, and you look up at Donghyuck, widening your eyes. “Oh. This one’s a long letter.”
He chuckles, and leans back on his chair, as you start reading.
There is a shift. You can sense it. But for some odd reason, you’re starting to let it grow on you.
EPISODE 10: professor’s matchmaking services
If there is one (1) professor that has been bearable throughout your years as a college student, it would be Professor Dae. And you have a variety of supporting evidence to why you picked her.
For one, she too is a hopeless romantic and will rave over classic love stories she’s stumbled on through Netflix with you. Professor Dae allowed you to email her some Kdrama recommendations, throwing the professionality aside and even giving you five minutes of time after the lecture just to talk about it with her. It’s lovely. Dae is lovely.
And she also likes mint chocolate chip ice cream— though, she seemed more like a caramel ice cream lover. But when after hearing that fact about her during the icebreakers on the first day of school, you knew that you would get along with her easily, because unlike all the others that think mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like toothpaste, there’s someone you know that finally has a good set of taste buds.
You love your professor just as much as you love your romance films and mint chocolate chip, but after the stunt she pulled, where she made you and Donghyuck partners for this project, she became one of the teachers in your list of ‘watch-out -for-next-semester’ professors.
“So, how’s the projects going along?” She looks around the classroom, blazer and suit in check, clasping her hands sweetly with a warm smile and her overly large glasses looming over her face when she turns to face you. “Donghyuck? Y/N?”
You freeze when you hear your name, shifting your gaze away from the powerpoint slide filling the window in your laptop, and turning to see everybody in the class looking at you in anticipation. Professor Dae notices you trying to tiny yourself in your spot, and she chuckles.
“I’ve been hearing a lot from yours. Care to share a little bit with the class before we start our lesson?” She raises her eyebrows, she’s not offering you to share what’s happening in your project, she’s making you share what’s happening in your project. Professor then moves her head to look at Donghyuck, who is seated on the same row as you as she coughs aggressively, making him turn up in surprise.
“You don’t have to share if you don’t feel comfortable.” You have to share whether you feel comfortable or not.
You and Donghyuck give each other a look from across the lecture hall before turning back to Dae.
“It’s been good…” you clasp your lips together, your cheeks heating up from all the attention. “...We’ve been getting a lot of… exposure.”
“Oh really?” Her eyes widen, though little do you know, Professor Dae already listens to your podcast (look, she listens to all her students podcasts, there’s no favouritism here). And she knows what has been happening, at this point it’s just playing the oblivious role. “It’s that good?”
“Well, I’d like to think it is. But there’s probably more arguments in the podcast than actual advice.” You can feel yourself beaming like a complete fool, in front of everyone that’s watching you, and potentially Donghyuck too, which is super risky. But he doesn’t notice because he himself is grinning behind his laptop screen, scared that you’ll catch him.
Professor Dae bites back a simper.
“I’m excited to listen to it.” She claps once, enthusiasm radiating through her words that gets a couple of students to laugh. “Especially since you two would always get into arguments here. I’m surprised you two haven’t gotten along yet.”
Your eyes widen, shy to respond while your tongue gets stuck in your mouth, unable to tell any of them you did start getting along with Donghyuck just recently, but you’re too afraid to admit it. You’d expect Dae to move on and discuss with another student about their communication assignment, since you’ve stopped talking and moved on to continue reading the Powerpoint slides, but apparently she’s not done.
“Well…” She waits in anticipation, but you have no idea what she’s referring to.
So she does want you to correct her.
“We’ve gotten a little bit closer? I think?” You don’t sound as confident as you intend to, because the mere idea of getting closer to Donghyuck, and tipping over that relationship that consists of you despising each other to tip over to friendship, makes your gut, mind and heart ricochet right before your eyes.
You turn to his direction, seeing if he will correct you and say that you both are still what you were at the beginning of the podcast, but when he looks at you, he sends you a subtle grin, as he nods hesitantly.
Professor Dae snickers, face livelier than ever, “Then that’s nice to hear. It’s about time that happened.” She shakes her head, and finds a new group to taunt.
EPISODE 11: there’s just something about you
Donghyuck’s mind is engulfed by you.
And it means a lot coming from him.
When you sit across from him across the recording studio, he feels like the luckiest man alive that Professor decided to partner you up with him. There are plenty of victories he can acknowledge that happened during his college life — the notable ones including his numerous wins during his soccer games — but this one feels special in it’s own way. There’s triumph in this sense, and his mind can’t simply phantom why he particularly feels this way around you.
But he finds solace in it. He finds solace whenever he sees your eyes from crescents over the smallest things, whenever you try to hold back that smile of yours, whenever you pout or frown over something stupid he says.
He’s always enjoyed the attention from you, the way you banter with him because you're not like the other ones who easily let him into their lives. But the very moment you showed him the other side of you, the side he didn’t think you would ever give him, you make it feel like it’s a dandelion wisp, something so fragile that he’s scared he would never see it ever again.
It feels so beautiful and painful in every way, and Donghyuck didn’t know he would ever have the capacity to hold such emotions for you.
“So, we’re nearing the finale.” You note out of the blue in the middle of the podcast, “How do you feel?”
He remembers when you both were so done after the first episode, but after all the things you’ve been through, he can genuinely say that he will miss this. “Delighted. I don’t have to talk to you as much anymore, and we can go back to our separate ways and ignore each other.” He jokes around, it’s all shown in the way his eyes sparkle.
“Fuck you, Lee Donghyuck.”
“I’d love that.”
And maybe. Just maybe. You're going to miss Lee Donghyuck; questionably humbled soccer player, decent podcast co-host, not so charismatic and more awkward boy, and the boy who’s somehow entered your heart in the weirdest way possible.
“This will be our last week of accepting letters, so get everything in while we’re still here. We won’t be having a Season 2.” It leaves you with a bittersweet taste in your tongue saying these words. You’re going to miss this, but you don’t think you’ll be able to tolerate spending another series of sleepless nights just to edit and think of ideas. Yeah the clout is cool, but it has drained you out a lot.
“We have reached the end of this week’s recording, so a reminder to hit that five star rating and tweet to us your thoughts of this episode.” You start to sound like those Youtubers that shamelessly promote their content, and it makes Donghyuck’s lips curve up to a grin. You sigh, confessing your thoughts, “I’ll miss this.”
“No you won’t, you’ll be thrilled we’re done with this. No more pulling all-nighters to do the editing.” He says in a sing-song tone, and you place your hand by your heart in faux pain.
“That was so uncalled for.” You sneer at him wittily, and as much as you can agree with him, you don’t like the way he’s bluntly saying it for the world to hear. Who knows. Maybe Professor will take off part marks for saying that.
“Okay but I think I’ll miss this too.” When you turn back to Donghyuck, his features soften; the words escaping him simmer in the silence between you, and you never could have imagined that things would end up like this. That you both would actually be at a level where you’ll feel weird going back to the lives you had before Professor brought you together.
And you press the stop button. Sighing, full of contentment and giving Donghyuck an air fist-bump, in which he gives back through tired eyes.
You take off your headset and gather your bag from under the desk, standing up from the chair and slinging your backpack around your arms, clutching it tightly as you get ready to get out of the room.
“Do you need a ride home?” He asks while you get ready, he’s still sitting down, watching as you move and scurry along the recording studio.
“Nah, I’m good. I’m meeting up with an old friend in that Korean Barbecue place in thirty minutes.” You play with the strings of your backpack as you reply to him, standing awkwardly by the exit. He stands up,
“Should I drop you off there, then?”
You shake your head, reassuring him that you’ll be fine, “It’s okay. Thank you, though.” But he looks at you as if there’s so many things drowning his mind, like there’s so much more of the unspoken words that you share. For some reason, you want to say yes to his question, just so you can spend just a few more minutes with him.
When you turn your heel and turn the door knob, you hear Donghyuck quickly clutching on his keys, the metal clinging furiously as his chair pulls back.
“Wait, Y/N.” He hurries to your side, and next thing you know, you can feel his fingers wrapped around your wrist. You give it a glance, and you suck in a deep breath, your heart dead struck at from his touch.
“What is it?” You whisper, doubting your own voice.
“I— I need to tell you something...” His voice trails off, and you turn back around so you can see his face, which is inches apart from yours. Donghyuck’s nerves wrack together as he finds the right way to say what he’s been dying to tell you for the last few days, and when you look at him so patiently, so lovingly, he thinks it’s no better time to tell you but now. “I think I might’ve caught feelings for you.”
There’s a grace period that happens immediately after, the delicacy of his hold starting to tremble as he waits for an excruciating amount of time to hear if you feel the same way or not. He hopes he has a chance, he hopes he’s just not misinterpreting everything that happens, and you as well felt the same spark he felt. It’s like his heart is getting ripped out of his chest, and though you don’t mean to, you might’ve broken him as you say your next words.
“Are you sure you’re not just saying that?” You know why you don’t want to admit how you feel about him just yet. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I can believe you.”
“You can’t?” He releases his hold.
“I’m sorry…” But it’s not that you're scared of him, no, you feel everything but that. But there’s just stopping you from telling him now. You don’t think it’s the right moment. There’s a glint flickering your iris’, a heavy burden that makes you want to believe that Donghyuck does feel the same way about you, but he said he doesn’t fall in love. And it’s hard to believe that someone who doesn’t want to have those feelings suddenly gains them in a span of weeks.
There’s a reason why Donghyuck teaches you to be realistic at times, and these are one of the circumstances where you have to.
“B-but I like you.”
The way his body is sending you the message makes you want to believe him. Because heck, you like, really really really feel the same way. But now that you’re able to finally accept what it feels like falling in love, you’re almost terrified at the idea. You’re scared that Donghyuck is just saying that because this was the first time he felt something different, or if he sincerely feels that way toward you.
“Then— then prove it to me, I guess.” You tell him, and this makes Donghyuck feel his body that was slowly falling, earning its wings. “I don’t know if I should trust your words, when just weeks ago, you told me, and everyone that listens to our podcast, that you don’t fall in love.”
And he thinks your words are valid. It’s the way you're giving him a chance that keeps him up his toes. And he knows you’re not purposely playing hard to get, because that game has already been going on since the day you met him. “So what do I do when I prove it?”
You place your hands on his shoulders with a small grin painting your lips, before opening the door. “Do it first. Then I’ll tell you what I’ll do after.”
“Is this a challenge?”
“I don’t know. Is it?”
For some reason, even though it should feel like you indirectly rejected him, he still feels like there is hope. After all, you did not completely shut him down.
EPISODE 12: let’s fall in love
Donghyuck does not know how to ‘prove it’. If he’s being real, he does not know what that statement even means, but after talking it out with the only person who seems to wholeheartedly understand him, also known as his roommate: the Lee Jeno, he’s been given a good pep talk and decent advice to what he should do.
It is the exact reason why he’s gone through with his plans right after his soccer practice just so he can tell you. You asked him to prove it, and he will do just that.
He’s panting at your front door, not because he’s exhausted, because everyone knows he has way too much stamina to feel out of breath from just running to your place for a good three minutes. But instead, it’s him standing at your front door, already knocked at the piece of wood with his practice uniform that makes him feel as if he’s ready to give his heart on a platter in any form he can.
You open your door, wearing one of your worn out high school club shirts and flamingo pyjamas, hair tousled and mix-match socks, and Donghyuck still thinks you're absolutely breathtaking. Your eyes almost bulge out, bewildered at the fact that Donghyuck is standing in front of you at an hour you don’t expect him to. “Woah— what are you doing here?”
“You asked me to prove it to you. So I’m doing it right now.” He doesn’t know why he’s being so straightforward with it, but as he collects all the courage he can muster up so he can talk to you, he believes that this is his one and only chance to make things right. Everything about this feels so right. The drink he's holding, that you still don’t notice, still feels so right.
“Okay,” your face perks up. His attempt at doing this makes you laugh. It’s airy. Light. Saccharine. And it gives Donghyuck hope. So much hope. It gives him hope that love is worth it. “How so?”
“Here.” He holds up the drink in front of you, and you look at it with furrowed eyebrows. “Does this remind you of anything?”
“It’s bubble tea.”
He gives off a single nod, eyes flickering at the same time you look at him in concern, blinking repeatedly, causing Donghyuck to close his lips shut, refraining himself from the crescents tempting to form his lips. It’s just a simple drink. Taro bubble tea. You don’t know why he’s giving it to you.
“It’s how I first met you.” He beams, simpering when you turn speechless. “You said you wanted a meet-cute moment, maybe I can help you remember ours.”
This alarms a strange, familiar tightening in your chest.
“We met at the bubble tea shop near the library. Jaemin wanted to introduce his best friend to us for the first time, and he was pretty excited and told us all about you. Then you enter the shop with the warmest smile on your face, and I remember feeling so ecstatic seeing you.” He takes a deep breath, and he doesn’t remove the contact he has with your eyes. If he only can, he would choose to be lost in them for an infinity.
And it makes you burst through the seams, letting him take your hand and hold the drink.
“But then when we got our orders, my drink accidentally spilt all over your shirt. And you got so mad at me after that because the purple stuff is now stained on that shirt.” He chuckles, looking down at what you're holding, then back to your face. “You hated me so much after that, and the debates we had in class didn’t make it better.”
“That was not a meet-cute.” You tell him the truth, it’s probably a meet-messy more than a meet-cute, but no matter what it is, the idea of Donghyuck even remembering this keeps your cheeks vividly flaring and fingers quaking. He fucking remembers.
You look at him gently, sharing a comforting moment through the borderline of your dorm and the hallway.
“Yes, it was.” Donghyuck begins to groan, “It was the first time I felt hopeful. After what happened in high school.”
You study the drink amusingly. You can’t believe you, the mediocre and simple you, was able to be the reason why Donghyuck has learned to find the value in falling in love. “I can’t believe I did that.”
But what you can’t believe is that you, the hopeless romantic and tinder date searching you, was able to find your reason to fall in love through Lee Donghyuck. The bane of your existence. But now, that has a different meaning.
“Yeah you did.” He wants you to believe him. “I know I say I don’t fall in love, and I know I have been firm with it. But god, Y/N. If only I knew this is what love would feel like.” And you do. You do believe him in every sense, in every word that he tells you.
“Can I drink this?” You hold it up higher, waving the drink at his face and poking the side of the straw, seeing his face drop because just when he’s sure that you will say the words back — because he knows — you do this instead.
“Are you being for real right now?” Donghyuck gawks, looking at you in disbelief, and you put up your best meekful expression. He really wishes you're messing with him right now, he really does, but it’s exactly the way he just gave his heart to you like that only for you to pull this card on him. “I— you know what. I can’t do this. Nevermind what I said.”
He huffs out a breath, taking a step back and getting ready to head to the elevator.
You grab his wrist.
“So do you love me or do you not love me?” His back is facing you, refusing to turn and look at you because he refuses to make a fool of himself to you one more time. “I can’t believe you're running away already.”
“I said what I said.” He says with a sigh.
“Answer my question.” Deciding to spare a glance at you, he thinks he will be greeted by a stern, or maybe a mirthful expression, but he notices neither. There you are, opposite of hard, of everything fond, sentimental, poignant, compassionate, he really thinks you would play with his feelings for another time.
Instead, you give him a look, one willing to listen to him, one filled with everything he’s been looking for. Seeing how your eyes don’t hold anything back anymore, you hold onto his wrist a little more delicately, like how you would hold his heart, and it makes Donghyuck loosen up and feel jittery at the same time.
“Yes, you fool. I do. And if I want to prove it to you by kissing you, but instead I had to make a whole monologue just so you can believe me. But look at where we are now.” Hearing his blunt words, his voice trembling at the same time, you cup his cheeks, making him look at you.
“You talk too much when you’re nervous.”
You let go of his wrist, moving it to rub your thumb across his cheeks, and Donghyuck finds himself relaxing under your touch.
“So… what are you gonna do now?” He asks you. There’s a twinkle of light that you don’t miss in his eyes, a subtle hint from him to you in hopes you’d continue instead of turning the other cheek.
“I don’t know.”
“I answered your question and you’re not going to say anything—?” Before he can say anything further, or reprimand you for fooling with his heart again, you cut him off, placing your lips on his, and it feels no less than the first time you did so, back by the coffee table.
Donghyuck’s head is spinning, letting out a gasp of air as honey and sugar drips from your lips, he kisses you, brings you closer, realizing right then and there, though he already knows, that you feel the same way. He’s reassured that you feel the same way.
You smile at him, lovingly. Ready to tell him anything and everything. “Lee Donghyuck. I have started catching feelings for you too, and I knew falling in love would be wonderful, but I didn’t know it would feel like this.”
“Good.” He says teasingly, and you push your drink against his chest, chuckling, not bothering if you spill it, because that’s how you met, right? “Because if I didn’t say it already, I love you.”
When Donghyuck smiles at your expression, you best believe that it is the most beautiful thing in the world. His mouth is formed so tender and lovestruck and his eyes turn into moons, it’s such a sight to bask in under the constellation painted in the night sky. You probably realized this a long time ago, and you have only come to terms to admit it now — Donghyuck is beautiful. His smile is beautiful. Everything about him is so beautiful that he can easily turn your world around just from his presence.
“I love you too, Mr. Guy Who Doesn’t Fall In Love.”
“Wait, you knew that was me?”
“Excuse me what?” You look at him weirdly, unable to register his words until one, two, three seconds, and your head snaps up. “I just said that as a joke. Oh my god, Donghyuck.”
“Oh well,” He shrugs, before the corners of his lips turn up for the umpteenth time, pulling you into an embrace. “At least you know what happened to his story now.”
Project Title: Romancing
Member Names: Lee Donghyuck and Y/N
Final Project Mark: 95%
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*~✩ Nct 127 - Lovely silly things they do for you ✩~*
Agreeing on having a movie night with you and pretending he is not tired even though he is exhausted
–"Taeil, do you want to watch this movie with me?"
With a loose yet easy smile on his face, Taeil agrees, despite of the fatigue he feels in every muscle of his body. You did notice his slow movements and his heavy eyelids, but his "Sure!" came out so cheerfully that it was able to immediately put your worries away. Beside you on the couch, Taeil fights his toughest battle against himself, supressing uncountable yawns, blinking as little as he can to not take the risk of his eyes not opening again, trying to stay awake by caressing you hand or massaging your head. And the moment you stop feeling his warm touches you notice he peacefuly fell asleep on your shoulder. With a light chuckle and a caring look, you kiss the top of his head and lower the volume of the TV, concentrating on the movie to give Taeil a synopsis the next day.
Stand in line for hours to get you something you wanted
– "This bakery is always so full of people. I wonder how their pastries taste like."
Passing by the bakery again, displaying in front of it the most ridiculously long line he has ever seen, Johnny remembers your saying and your big hungry eyes looking at the showcase exhibiting an infinite number of types of bread, cakes, pastries. He stops his steps to concentrate better on an internal monologue he is having. His practical side scoffs "No way! I'm not standing in this enormous line, you better forget it", but his romantic side shows how astute it can be, showing in Johnny's brain a little clip of you all happy with squirrel cheeks, munching and smiling at him, thanking him for being such a perfect man. Johnny laughs at the image, and just shrugs, while walking to the end of the line :"Oh well, it seems we have a winner. Y/N, Y/N, since when have I become this cheesy?"
Spend all his money in an UFO catcher
– "Ahh, let's go, Taeyong. This won't work."
You try to convince yourself to give up the impossible mission of getting that cute plushie from the arcade UFO catcher, but your stubborn sad eyes continue to glance back to the pink fluffy ball behind the glass of the machine. Watching this scene, Taeyong takes it on a personal level, and his determination to catch the toy for you goes to the roof: "Wait, I know I can get it, let me try, just once". And then once becomes twice, that becomes three times, that becomes 12 times. He almost had it a couple of times, but the plushie seemed to have its own will, and slipped away from the claws everytime. You start to worry, but he gently says: "It's ok, I have tons of coins, don't worry! We are almost there!". He actually has only one coin left. Praying to all of the existent divines, he inserts it into the machine, and focus. Ok, the claws catch it. Hold, hold, just hold it. One more centimeter and... Taeyong jumps and takes you in his arms when he sees the toy falling right to the hole that leads to the outside. "I'm calling it 'Yong'!", you announce with sparkly eyes. Taeyong has no regrets, every cent was definetely worth it.
Letting you style him, even though he knows you're bad at it
– "And now, the final touch!"
Yuta is amazed, in every possible meaning of the word. He thought nothing could surpass the yellow zebra stripped neon pants combined to the greyish-earthy-green oversized ripped shirt you made him wear, but he has to give you the credit for the pink feather you've just stuck behing his left ear. Tilting his head as he looks at the mirror, Yuta is speechles. No matter from what angle (or from what planet) he looks at his unusual outfit, it is undeniably weird. "No, but you are so cool!!", you reassure him, really believing your own words. It's not the first time he finds himself in this situation, and it will not be the last. Yuta knows that everytime you come to him with a random suspicious piece of clothing, the result will be the same. And that's why he always lets you do whetever you want. He will look weird, but at least you will be excited and enthusiastic like a little child, and that's what matters. "I don't know why I still let you do this.", Yuta says, checking his back now. "Because you love me!", you cheekily respond. He laughs at your confidence, dearly thinking: "And you are completely right."
Covering you with his tiny umbrella and letting himself get soaked by the rain
– "But the sky was so clear this morning!"
Feeling the first cold raindrops hitting you skin, you try to explain the reason you don't have your umbrella with you to the slightly annoyed Doyoung beside you. You are expecting an "I told you so" but, instead, he just opens his umbrella over you, with a caring "It's ok, I got you." You are intriguered by how such an small umbrella can protect two people so well, but your thoughts are interrupted by Doyoung's warning: "Don't get wet, you get sick too easily." He can nag a bit sometimes, but you know how much he cares about you. Last time you got ill, he diligently took care of you for a whole week, without complaining at all. You reach your destination completely dry, safe and sound. While Doyoung folds his umbrella in, you notice half of his body dripping water. "Doyoung!! What's this? Why didn't you cover yourself properly? What if you get sick?", you scold him, mad more at you than at him, for not realizing what was happening sooner. He just pats you head, finds your worry cute, and, with a grin, he says :"So I guess you're taking care of me, right?"
Skillfully pretending he is not scared of the giant cockroach you're pointing at
– "Eeeeeewwww!!! Jaehyun, Jaehyun, look!!! There, omg!!"
Hardly being able to follow the direction your frenetic finger is pointing at, Jaehyun gets chills all over his body when he catches sight of the most enormous cockroach hiding behind the kitchen cabinet. Trying his best to keep his composure, he fakes his chilliest voice: "Oh my, this must be the king of them all. Don't worry, I got this". That's what he says, but it takes him long minutes of gathering courage to finally make a move and get the insecticide. With his lips pursed, his muscles all tensed up, he slowly goes to the giant insect like a robot, giving milimetric steps. He then loads the entire spray of insecticide over the cockroach, barely registering you saying "Hmmmm...I think it's already dead, Jaehyun" behind him. "Oh, yes, I bet it is!", he finally breaths again. You know how much effort he put into this act, and you're really grateful: "Thank you so much, my hero", you say as you plant a kiss on his cheek. He is proud of himself, happy you are happy, but he hopes he never has to do this again.
Saying your burnt food tastes good
– "So, what do you think?"
Making some effort to smile at you, Winwin raises his brows and nods, trying to appear satisfied and delighted, slowly chewing something that tastes maybe too much like charcoal. After the hardest swallowing of his life, he mutters an "It's... good enough". Your happiness and little claps make him feel better, and even forget for a moment the taste of the food, until he looks at it again and starts to calculate how many bites he has ahead to finish everything on the plate. Giving himself some time, he watches you sitting and having your first try of the food. You look at him perplexed. Winwin promptly shoves another portion into his mouth, chewing and smiling. You understand what he is doing, and your heart feels warm and thankful. But you also have your limits. "So.... Pizza?", you suggest, kind of embarrased yet determined. "Yes, please", Winwin shyly agrees, making you melt at how cute he is.
Embarrassing himself when you embarrass yourself so you won't feel that bad about it
That's the sound you made while tripping on your own feet and walking weirdly for about five meters in an attempt to recover your balance to not fall in the middle of a street full of people. Jungwoo immediately notices your red coloured face and your eyes not daring looking ahead, and he just knows you want to bury yourself into the ground out of embarrassment and hide there until everyone is gone to another dimension, preferably. Jungwoo doesn't like you to feel like this, so he pretends to trip as well, so you won't feel so bad about it, so you'll see it's really nothing, or at least so you can give a good laugh. This actually draws even more attention to you, but you know he has the best of intentions, and you're aware that this small and silly way of his supporting extends to every other aspect of your life. He is always there for you, in good, bad and embarrassing moments. "Thank you, Jungwoo.", you tenderly say, hugging him. "Oh, I should trip more times then!", he thinks loudly, relieved you're good.
Giving you his jacket even though he is freezing
– "I should have brought a coat"
As the night falls, the air gets gelid and you regret wearing just a simple t-shirt. To the sound of your words, Mark doesn't think twice: he quickly takes off his own oversized denim jacket and throws it over your shoulders. You can feel the warmness of his body trapped into the fabric slowly being released and heating your cold skin. In no time you're comfortable and your muscles are relaxed again. Mark, on the other hand, takes the opposite route: he get the chills as soon as the jacket uncovers his body, and now he is trembling like a bamboo stick. "Mark, you're cold! Here, wear your jacket again, you're shaking!!", you demand, taking the jacket off and extending it to him. "No! I'm good, I'm good! You keep it, it's ok!", Mark says, his words being eventually interrupted by his chattering teeth. You know him, you know he won't ever take the coat back, so you propose: "Ok, so let's share it! I think it has enough room for the two of us under it. We just have to squeeze well together". That single suggestion is more efficient than any heavy coat, making him warm up instantly, especially on the face, cheeks getting redder and redder. He won't lose this opportunity though, so there you are, hotter than ever in a cold starry night.
Staying awake until late at night, waiting for you to come back home
– "I'll arrive super late, so don't wait for me, please! Go to sleep!"
You're finally going back home after a whole week out, but because of a rearrange of schedule in some flights, you now will only be able to be on Haechan's arms around 3 AM. Ending the call only after forcing Haechan to promise you he would sleep, you rest, anxiously counting the seconds to open your house's door. When you finally do though, you come across an completely illuminated living room, the TV is on, and Haechan is sitting on the couch, sleeping, his head hanging over his left shoulder. You sigh, trying to get mad at him for not keeping his word, but the scene is so heart warming that you just can't. You softly call his name, to what he reacts confused, straightening his body while saying rapidly, with an unsure voice: "I... I was not sleepy, that's why!". You laugh and jump on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck: "You silly little thing. I'll pretend I believe in you just because you're cute. But I'm serious now, let's sleep, ok?". Happy and extremely satisfied with his decision of staying awake to greet you, he agrees, returning the hug and immediately falling asleep on your arms.
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“i bet you’d look so pretty with my baby inside of you,” your boyfriend growls in your ear. your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock as the thought of carrying johnny’s kids filled your head and johnny feels every second of it, “you’d like that don’t you,” he says as he slowly slides his cock in and out of you. the palm of his hand placed firmly on your stomach. johnny loves to feel himself inside you, with you looking so small underneath his figure. one hand playing with your tits as the other sets a brutal pace on your clit, stimulating all of your senses. “fuck, baby your pussy is so tight, i’m going to cum,” he moans, about to pull out before hearing the words “cum inside me please, daddy,” slip past your lips. feeling him paint your walls white badly made you want to chase your own high as you got on top of your boyfriend continuing to fuck yourself onto his dick until you finally reached your own release.
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Unintended Consequences Miscellaneous Mini Masterlist
Punishment (M) [Suggestive]
"...I need Daddy Johnny, I can't stop thinking about it."
Dinner with her mom (M) [Suggestive]
"When she hung up she sprung out of bed herself. “Get dressed!” She looked around the floor frantically. “My mother is in a cab ten minutes away.” She whined."
A game of catch (M) [Smut]
"Would you write something like him and you playing catch me or so and y/n gets like so excited when she is running away from him and so..."
Carwash bet (M) [Smut]
"Going for one of those touchless car wash drive thrus and betting with johnny who can make the other cum faster."
"Just make Johnny propose? I can't take it anymore."
"If it’s feasible, can you write about y/n and johnny during a serious disagreement about something? Like a life-changing decision of some sorts..."
"...i would really like to see how johnny would pamper her when she’s pregnant/deal with the pregnancy side effects and him as a dad."
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what are nct's greatest fears? i need to know for...reasons
If you are planning on jump-scaring our precious neos...just know you only have my blessing if you have them sign a waiver I do not want to be associated with a lawsuit.
Taeil - normal things like heights, the dark, loneliness, microwaves.
Johnny - mice. just really small mice. unnaturally small mice. the smallest mice you could possibly imagine.
Taeyong - the dark. for a few years as a child he didn't realise he could just open his eyes and it terrified him.
Yuta - full moons
Kun - tax evasion and misaligned spreadsheets
Doyoung - waking up one day and realising that everything you've done, everything you've accomplished up until now, means nothing and we're all going to die alone and will have minimal impact on humanity. it keeps him up at night, in the dark, lying in bed staring at the ceiling envisioning the inevitable end of it all. what truly is the point? why are we here? also caves.
Ten - only the depths of his own mind
Jaehyun - the concept of socks
Winwin - he has no fear. too busy sleeping to bother.
Jungwoo - abduction. how ironic. (i would say anal probing, but i think he's sort of into that)
Lucas - the consequences of his own actions.
Mark - The Antichrist (Renjun)
Xiaojun - what isn't he afraid of?
Hendery - frogs and his own shadow
Renjun - Renjun
Jeno - uncooked chicken breasts and also Renjun
Haechan - Renjun (but in like, a horny way)
Jaemin - fear itself
Yangyang - sauerkraut
Shotaro - watched a documentary on dolphins once and has not been able to look at one since
Sungchan - heights
Chenle - authority (aka Renjun)
Jisung - being held against his own will. also Renjun (but not in a horny way)
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PAIRING. jaehyun x fem!reader
GENRE. fake dating!au, fluff, slight angst
WORD COUNT. 5.2k
WARNINGS. mentions of sickness
SUMMARY. writing romance for the first time seems like a challenge for someone who usually does thriller. well, not until jaehyun came along.
AUTHOR’S NOTE. idk about this one, it’s kinda rushed tbh (school’s coming up and all) so feedbacks are deeply appreciated, thanks for reading :)
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music playing in the background? check. consume an unnecessary amount of romance genres? check. change your environment? check. daily morning runs? check check checkie check check. despite your efforts during these past few weeks, the white document on your laptop screen still remains clean. every starting sentence you typed will end up with backspaces, resulting in a still empty slate. you can’t seem to understand what you’re doing wrong, you even watched all those sappy movies and shows to get a glimpse of the idea called love. you brought your limbs upwards, stretching them until a sound of relief escaped your throat. another day with no progress, you sigh at the thought of it.
you’ve always resorted to writing horror, mystery and thriller, they really had your creative juices flowing smoothly. once you start writing the first sentence, you just won't stop, not until ten-ish chapters are done. what can you say? reading stephen king and gillian flynn from a really young age did put some kind of toll on you and here you are, following in their footsteps. well, not until your advisor managed to make you start writing a romance novel. you sure like a little challenge but this is a lot harder than usual. stepping out of your comfort zone, you need it to be perfect. you don’t want it to sound like the badly written, messy ones but one that leaves an impact, one that will get a lot of praise.
switching on the television only to watch some prank show being aired on mtv, you plopped down onto the white couch. you can’t seem to focus onto the citizens’ laughter after being lied to though, mind still hovered with those cloudy thoughts. what if this slump carries on for months? years? what about your career? soon you’ll be forgotten and have no income, no food to eat. just the thoughts of it are making you quiver. after a while, those clouds were swooshed away upon hearing your phone ringing from the coffee table. the sight of your friend’s name on the screen makes your face light up, even if it’s only for a mere second.
“hey! how’s the writing going?” rina’s voice is full of enthusiasm from the other side of the line.
“hi rina, still no progress,” your voice sounding low, sparing a glance at the laptop on your working table.
“oh god, you sound sad. i’ll just go straight to the point. remember when i suggested that you find a date to get, like, a firsthand experience?”
“yeah, that’s a funny joke,” you rub blossom’s head, your cat which just hopped onto your couch needing your attention fully on her.
“okay well, actually. i might have found someone. for, you know. a blind date,” almost sounding like she’s pleading for your approval. once you completely registered her words into your mind, you can already imagine rina flashing you a fake pout with the palms of her hands pressed against each other.
“sorry bubs, but i don’t think i’m that interested in your idea. i will find inspiration, but this just seems too much,” you massaged the temple of your forehead, still finding the inspiration you mentioned to her. after a few more chatters, you ended the phone call with a tap on the red button, letting your head fall onto the back of the couch as you stared at the ceiling. your eyes followed the trail of the fan spinning before you finally dozed off into wonderland.
the following week does not look quite pleasant as well, still no words typed onto the document, your mind just seem dull and thoughtless. not to mention the company has been bugging you with numerous phone calls for you to drop the manuscript. there’s literally no way you’re going to humiliate yourself like that. hesitating to drop rina a dial, you’re still contemplating this decision. but screw it, right? anything for your career.
“rina? i’ve thought about that offer and i think i’m in.”
jaehyun’s eyes scattered over the room - partners busy smothering each other’s faces with kisses, having those small conversations or even just being in each other’s embraces. honestly, he has no idea what made him attend this party, where it’s well known for those lovey-dovey couple things going on. but still, here he is. not even bringing someone, but rather just finding something to do on a friday night.
you might ask, why in the world does jaehyun not have a special someone yet? he’s still going strong with the cliche i’m-still-looking-for-the-right-time excuse. but he knows too damn well that it’s a straight up lie. he’s always wanted to feel loved, to be in love, but what are the odds?
“jae! what are you doing here buddy?” johnny walks over slumpily, his tall figure looking frail now. the hands on his waist are his girlfriend’s, probably trying to keep him from doing anything stupid. honestly, johnny’s lucky to have her in his life. god, that again. can he stop being such a hopeless romantic?
“you know, just hanging around. it’s friday night after all,” he returned the fist bump gesture when johnny’s now seated beside him on the couch. his girlfriend is probably headed to the kitchen bar, filling up the dispenser.
“so, what’s up? i know you never come to parties unless there’s a certain someone here. or is there anyone right now?” he’s now sitting up straight, throwing his head 360º to find anyone without someone by their side.
“goodness, is it wrong for me to come by without any other reasons?” he rolled his eyes, making the latter let out a laugh.
“but i do have a date in a few days.”
date @ ramos’, 2pm
looking onto the words written on your calendar, you let out a sigh. is this what you’ve come to? meeting a complete stranger for a single ounce of romance? applying the nude lipstick onto the bottom of your lips before pressing them together, you place the tube back into your makeup case before standing up from the chair. a white blouse is tucked into your grey pants, the black belt complimenting the whole look. placing the sunglasses onto the bridge of your nose, you grabbed your purse before heading out to meet the man who’s waiting for you in his car. a coupe? a nice model indeed.
right, the man has a name. jeong jaehyun. rina only told you briefly about him. someone with a good style, nice music taste. now what else, you can’t seem to remember. you’ll be honest with yourself, he is gorgeous. spotting your figure, he got out of the driver’s seat to open the car door for you. saying a quick thank you, you slipped into the seat and pulled the seatbelt over. throughout the drive to the restaurant, you two had some small talk with some ambient r&b playing in the background. you can gladly confirm that he does have a good taste in music.
now that you’re facing him on the table where he made a reservation earlier, you can assess his features better. and clearer. dimples guy, fluffy hair, brown eyes, deep voice. these would definitely get a girl’s heart beating like crazy. heck, you’re even feeling like it right now. as you’re busy conversing with yourself on how his first impression looks and wonder how yours might look to him, he’s busy browsing over the menu card given by the waitress just now. he made a quick order of some classic hamburger while you chose to have potato salad, and off the waitress went delivering your order to the chef in charge.
“so what’s your point of having this blind date? like, you must have something in mind or whatever,” he clasped his hands together, crossing his legs over as he does so.
“how about we hear yours first?” you tried to avoid the question. if he’s some kind of hopeless romantic just looking for love, your honest opinion will just make him feel down right? yes, you’re definitely planning to be open and honest to him. nothing annoys you more than deception, lies, betrayal.
“well, for me? i’m just looking for someone dear, you know? i want to make them happy and hopefully, make me happy too. i mean, that’s how love works. you find comfort within them,” you can see the sparks in his eyes when he’s talking about love. holy crap, he is a hopeless romantic.
“oh really? um, can i be honest with you?” he nodded his head, approving whatever you’re about to say. just when you explained the whole inspiration thing you’re looking for, you can almost see the drop in his face. he tried not to make it look too obvious but obviously, being the body language expert you are, you can spot it immediately - shoulders drooping down, breaking eye contact, looking over to the sides. let’s guess the next words coming out of his mouth, let’s just end our lunch? hope you find what you’re looking for?
“if that’s what you want, i’m down for it. let’s do this thing,” he returned that confession of yours with a smile. honestly? not what you were expecting at all. the polar opposite actually. now, it’s your turn to raise your eyebrows, eyes wide, mouth agape. only for a split second, of course. you sipped down the red drink from your glass as you nodded, while he starts to tell you bits of his life. apparently, he does photography for a living. soon, the both of you might have known a little bit about each other. a not-so-awkward blind date, you must say.
“so, you write, huh? about what exactly?” he pulled the napkins off his lap to wipe his lips, cleaning it off any food residues.
“horror and thriller, mostly. this is actually my first time trying romance so it’s quite hard,” jaehyun hummed in response, sounding like he’s saying ‘so that explains why you’re so awkward with love?’.
“well, you’re thankful that i’m here. the hero saving the author in distress by taking her to some dates,” he joked, earning a small laugh from you. “you know what, since we’re at it, why don’t we go to the bookstore later? i have some recommendations for you, i think you might like them.”
you closed the front door, dropping your purse onto the kitchen counter and headed straight to your bedroom with the plastic bag still in your grip. sitting in a cross-legged position on your bed, you began to take the books out. eleanor and park, letters to the lost, jane eyre. ah, the smell of newly-bought books. it never fails to amuse you. flipping through the crisp pages, your eyes spot something written on a page - the blank page to be exact.
arcade on wednesday, u pick the time. see u !!
you chuckled at the small note, is it that hard to just tell you earlier? shaking your head, you reached over to the calendar and wrote the date down.
“so, how was the date?” rina pushed her subway wrapper to the side, now averting her full focus onto you. dabbing your chin with the tissue, you looked at her with a slight tilt on your head.
“i guess it was okay. nothing much happened, we bought books though,” you carried on biting the meatball bolognese sandwich on your hands. the meatball soaked in marinara sauce just tastes so good right now, it’s starting to infiltrate your senses.
“so no kiss? no anything? at least you bought books together, i guess it’s a good place to start,” you chuckled at her disappointment. she blabbered on about how you should use this as an opportunity to find a life partner, though you know she’s just exaggerating. you need serious commitment for it and right now? you definitely don’t have it. the thought of being committed to someone is just suffocating. and there you go with the most cliché excuse ever, you’re waiting for the right time to come.
back on your laptop, you might think that the first date will already get the ideas you wanted to start off your writing with a bang but no. there’s literally no sentence that suits your liking - they are either too cheesy, too bland or too off. but at least you have a muse, so that’s something, right? blossom’s loud meows can be heard from your kitchen, indicating that she’s gotten hungry which would then make her cranky. already? her dinnertime isn’t until 8, you’ll just wait for another hour while doing nothing and wait for a strand of idea to get across your head.
jaehyun squatted down to the lowest point he could reach, bringing his hands forward to capture a clear photo of the butterfly. he has a portfolio in creation - plein de vie, full of life. just some random fragments of things he finds pretty in this simple life of his. a small smile crept its way onto his plump lips when the photo turned out to be a great one, just a blue-winged butterfly with some flowers in the background. some might call it basic but to him, it is dazzling and that’s all that matters.
finding the nearest bench to his standing position, he set his camera aside and pulled out his phone from the inside of his pockets. eyes scanning over the notes app, his fingers swiftly tapped onto the note named after the project, typing in some small momento’s to include in his product later. feeling satisfied with the words he typed in, a dimple made its appearance on his left cheek.
during the drive home, it happens that he’s passing a bookstore which technically reminded him of you. it’s honestly amusing that you’d go an extra mile just to bring your words to life, it’s the passion in you. and he’s just a friend helping out - or maybe not yet, he has no idea what to call your relationship. fake dating? friends with benefits? the thing is, he’s just happy to help and couldn’t care less about anything else. the memory of you saying ‘the most important rule is, do not fall in love with me’ is just entertaining. the famous television dialogue being used in real life just sounds odd and a little bit funky.
well, let’s see who falls for who first, miss y/n.
the doorbell rang, signalling that jaehyun is now in front of your doorstep. you’re just going on a simple look today - a sage green sweatshirt, low waist jeans and a charm necklace around your neck. smiling at your own reflection, you opened up the door to see him in a similar coloured one as well - only that his green is a darker one. nice fashion taste, you complimented internally.
“glad you read that note. i was actually worried if you missed that one, you know,” he rubbed the crook of his neck.
“well, maybe if you had just told me face to face,” you joked while locking the door. you admit, it’s cute though. writing notes to each other, you’ll add that to the list.
“so, have you started writing yet?” he asked, hands spinning the steering wheel across the junction. you observed that he’s easily swayed by music, constantly tapping his fingers on the wheel lightly and bopping his head in small movements. you only responded with ‘not finding much yet’, making him laugh.
“just, don’t stress out too much over it. let’s just live in the moment, okay? i’m sure you’ll do great anyways,” his voice soft, comforting you in all the right ways.
he stopped the car in a parking lot where an arcade is connected to a diner, very classic. you like the nostalgic concept they’re aiming for. jaehyun and the staff here seem to be close, you’re starting to assume that he is a regular here. well, your assumptions turn out to be true as he’s been hanging out here since his high school days. jaehyun held your wrist as he walked you through the place - pac-man, street fighter, air hockey and the basketball shooting game being some of his top favourites.
the atmosphere is very much inviting, led lights making the place shine with purple-ish tones, music blaring through the speakers, voices of children and teenagers vibrating through the walls. you averted your full focus on the movements of jaehyun’s mallet which is moving ever so brisk, but you’re not getting defeated by him. the final push which made the puck dive straight into the goal caused you to throw your hands upwards, displaying some cocky victory dances to jaehyun. he won’t seem to budge though, challenging you to the basketball shooting machine next.
see, you weren’t exactly a shooter during your senior year days. you can’t even master the simple techniques of it, luckily jaehyun here is more than happy to lend you a hand, a self-acclaimed professional he suppose. his figure stood right behind yours, his arms positioning yours into a proper manner. he thought the proximity was too close, he could even smell your shampoo, the lavender rosemary scent seeps into his nostrils.
“now you’re ready to go. and uh, your hair smells nice,” he didn’t miss out the chance to slip the compliment in, which made you giggle. you thought you saw a tinge of red on his ears but you decided to ignore it, throwing your shot which results in a perfect score.
“so, what do you think?” jaehyun leaned his back onto the chair while you browsed through the edited photos on his laptop. he’s been telling you so much about this project that you thought you needed to see it so badly. plein de vie is such a beautiful name, even the shots resemble it.
“i think it’s beautiful! and cool, and deserves an award,” your fingers still not leaving the touch pad, scrolling down the portfolio. the photograph of a mother and son blowing bubbles into the air calms your heart, the black and white filter adding nostalgia to it. you skimmed through the words typed underneath it.
mère, i would give you the world if i could.
“you know, i was thinking if maybe i could add more. like, maybe i could take some photos of you?” the way his face lit up with the sudden idea surge startled you for a bit. he really is passionate about this, huh? you can’t help but agree, getting some nice pictures of yourself would be nice.
and that’s how you ended up on this mat, treats jaehyun bought from the bakery just now scattered about. a nikon camera is present in his hand, you don’t know the specific model but it must be his favourite, seeing how he even got a customized strap for it. you’re quite happy with your outfit today, a white sundress with small sunflowers, white headband keeping your hair strands in a neat condition and pink lipgloss smoothened over your lips.
“candid shot!” you didn’t even have the time to smile when the camera shutter went off, that photo of you staring at the clouds already being taken. you scolded jaehyun for the sudden take, making him laugh at your dramatic reaction. in all jokes and fun, he still carried out the main task for the day. he took some pictures of you while you did the same to him. not having a specific theme of photos, you just posed randomly, praying that he’ll choose the best ones to put on his portfolio.
“you’re looking so pretty today,” jaehyun said in between chewing the garlic bread in his hands, later being puzzled that you’re looking him straight in the eyes. crap, did he just say it out loud? now that’s embarrassing.
“is that a compliment? thank you, you’re not looking too bad yourself,” you returned the gesture of politeness, not thinking too much about it.
“told you, you shouldn’t have played in the rain yesterday. now, you’re having a fever,” jaehyun nagged at you from the kitchen sink, adding moisture to the cloth by running it through the water and squeezing the excess liquid from it. the sleeves of his sweatshirt are pulled to his elbows to keep it dry.
“oh shut up, old man. it’s a life experience, you should try it sometimes. what’s that smell?” you shouted from the couch, body completely wrapped with your blanket. jaehyun just shook his head at your response.
“i made some porridge for you, i don’t know if it tastes good, though,” he comes over, dabbing your forehead with the damp cloth.
“you sure it’s safe from any poison?” you raised your left eyebrow, making him roll his eyes jokingly.
“and why would i?” he tilted his head, you just lifted your shoulders before leaning your body forward to grab the porridge bowl. taking in one spoon of it, you tried to find the perfect word to describe the taste.
“so how is it?” he looked at you, almost with pleading eyes.
“definitely experimental, just nice,” flashing a toothy grin and thumbs up gesture at him, you don’t wait for any signs of approval before diving back in.
“this used to be my favourite place to hang since i was very young,” jaehyun looked around, the playground still kept in the same condition - just some upgrades have been added. memories of him chasing the ice cream truck along with his friends start flooding his mind again. fun times when his only worries were how to skip eating the vegetables on his plate or convincing his mother to buy him a toy from the local shop.
he carries on telling you stories from his childhood as you place yourself on the swing. jaehyun walks over to you, gently pushing the metal chains so that you’ll start moving. “this is fun, just chilling in some playground in the middle of the night.”
“yeah,” that is all he could say, the sight of you looking backwards to meet his face while the moonlight shone on your face is too mesmerizing for him. he loves how your features glowed at the moment, robbing him from his breath for a few milliseconds.
this is bad.
“dude, i think i messed up,” jaehyun showed up uninvited to johnny’s front door. johnny has completely no idea on what his friend’s going through but he gestured for the latter to come in. he whips out a cup of instant coffee from the drawer, making some small talk while waiting for the drink to be done. when jaehyun starts confessing the hidden feelings from beneath his heart, johnny starts to understand the ruckus a little bit clearer now.
jaehyun knows this is bad. he knows he shouldn’t fall for you in a real, romantic way but he can’t help it. the way you would bring your body closer to him whenever you two are walking in a narrow space, the way his ears would get red whenever you fake flirt, the way your eyes would become smaller as your smile becomes wider. he is in love with you and he needs to find a way out. quick.
that series of thoughts were what led him to not meeting you frequently anymore. often giving too many excuses like he’s busy having dinner with his parents, a wedding to attend or another dinner with his parents. though he misses you, this is for the best. to protect himself from any heartbreaks.
“honestly? you’re an asshole for just leaving her like that. just tell her how you feel, who cares about the aftermath of it? just, let the feelings out. but i don’t know, just make your own decisions. you know what's best for you, if anything happens i’ll be here for you, alright?” johnny doesn’t know what else to say, who is he to comment on another person’s feelings and love life?
jaehyun just nodded, thanking his friend for the advice before closing his eyes for a while.
you on the other hand have been keeping your hands on your laptop all night. you suppose jaehyun has been busy and you don’t want to keep him too occupied with your own problems. not anymore, you thought you must’ve depended on him too much. way too much for your own liking.
and so you start writing, letting the wonders of your hand and literature do their magic. one empty white page started to be filled in with the words, later turning into tenth to hundreds. as your fingers tap down onto the keyboard, your mind starts to wander off to jaehyun and the moments that linger between the two of you. that picnic photoshoot for his portfolio, him cooking up a porridge for when you’re feeling under the weather, tying up your shoelaces and keeping your hand within the warmth of his hands when you forgot your coat at home. and how could you even forget the very first blind date? when you were completely honest about your intentions and he was completely down for it.
you were beginning to feel something completely different from within, the feeling of longing. this is a whole new thing that you’re processing and honestly, you’re terrified. and so you resorted to your own source of love, rina.
“see? haven’t i told you before, this dude will get your feet dancing in the air,” rina exclaimed, you figured she must’ve been waiting for this moment way back since she set the two of you up.
“okay, but should i be subtle about it? should i wait for him to say anything first?” you begin to walk in a small radius, even blossom is puzzled by your behaviour.
“i can’t tell, love. every love story has its own plot and so does yours. i fully trust that you know what you should do in this situation. love you, bye!” well, it seems like rina won’t help either. should you even trust your own instincts? your past relationships say maybe? no? the air is too frustrating that you wanted to let out a scream.
a few days have passed, no words from either of you. why? of course, the fear of rejection. the fear of heartbreaks. the fear of see-you-never-again. this feeling is not very likeable for your soul but for your writing process? this is more than perfect. definitely the firsthand experience rina was blabbering about. the inspiration you were aiming to find.
and so you caved yourself in, away from the outside distractions. your phone is on silent mode, your figure sat comfortably on the couch with your teddy bear by your side, blossom being completely full from her breakfast that she’s now sleeping soundly on the floor. you plugged your earphones in, music playing in the background, a completely calm space while writing, just how you like it.
as delilah sat on the staircase, she began to wait for her prince charming to come rescue her from the overruling thoughts she’s having. only to realize that no prince is coming to save her, she needs to save herself.
funny how you can relate to delilah, are you projecting yourself onto your characters?
jaehyun scrolled down the digital portfolio he’s preparing for the final submission later, adding some final touches to it. he needs to make sure that it’s perfect for his career, for his artworks, his passion. sipping in the coffee, he stopped at the photograph of you during the picnic date. even if it’s candid, you’re still looking gorgeous to the eye of his lenses.
that’s the exact moment that he knew, he'd fallen hard for you. too hard. johnny’s right, he needs to let you know about his feelings. not even bothering to shut his laptop down properly, he grabbed his coat and searched for his car keys. right, they’re with the mechanic. how long has it been since he last sent the car to a service check-up, months? must’ve needed a lot of work. owning no other vehicles, the only choice he has is to walk on his own two feet.
jaehyun’s lucky that your house is just a few blocks away from his. well, not so lucky anymore when the clouds start to turn cloudy, getting darker with every step he took. he can’t wait any longer so he began running, his mind crafting the right words to deliver to you. maybe he’s taken too long that droplets of rain start pouring on the grey pavement, his hair starting to get wet from the sudden moisture.
by the time he’s reached your front door, the rain is already pouring heavily. still, he couldn’t care less when he’s about to meet the girl of his life. the incoming doorbell dings startled you from your task, lazily stepping towards the door to see who’s waiting. oh, how surprised were you when you see jaehyun with his clothes totally soaked.
“what are you doing here? all wet and stuff,” you asked. he stepped closer, making you furrow your eyebrows more.
“i’m afraid to tell you that i might have fallen in love with you. and much harder than i thought. call me smitten, i don’t care. i just want you. i love you, y/n,” he smiled in his speech. god, he’s crazy. and he’s driving you crazy as well. you didn’t know what to say as a response. your emotions are scattered in a lot of places but shocked? overwhelmed?
and that’s when jaehyun’s lips came in contact with yours. his heart beats faster upon the action, his fingers grasping your jawline to deepen the kiss more. his mind is going crazy, he’s finally done it. taking your hands in his, he stood there like a puppy, waiting for your response.
“i love you too. so, so much that i’m losing my mind,” you went in for another kiss, a softer one this time. he could feel you smile into the action, making his heart gallop even harder. once you pulled away from him, you’re only remembering now that he just ran in the rain a couple minutes ago so you invited him in. what a parallel to the event when you caught a fever while dancing in the rain, only now you’re the nurse and he’s the patient. you wrapped your long cardigan around his torso, god knows how cold he must feel right now.
while you’re busy whipping out some remedy tea from the kitchen counter, jaehyun’s gaze fell onto the novel sitting on the coffee table - his recommendation specifically, eleanor and jane. oh, so you actually read the ones he recommended?
“so, how’s your writing activity going?” he decided to break the silence lingering in the air. you set the cups of tea on the table, plopping down onto the seat beside him.
“yeah, it’s going great. thanks to you and your ideas,” you gave him a small smile, small but sweet.
“see, i told you. i am the prince charming saving an author in distress,” he snickered. there’s nothing more that matters than basking in each other’s presence, he’d like this to go on forever and ever.
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tongue tied :: twenty-five
summary: a promiscuous basketball star finds his carefree world turned upside down when he crashes the winning team’s afterparty. a series about unexpected relationships, broken bonds, and the quintessential struggles of college life.
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CHALLENGE ACCEPTED: asking your boyfriend to buy a feminine product that doesn’t exist.
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warnings :: implied menstruation
author’s note :: all tiktok challenges for this reaction series take place after the not clickbait series, aka they’re already dating here. however !! i have no doubt that they all would go and buy this for their best friend even if they weren’t dating :’) (and yes, i still want to complete the not clickbait series one day) ♡ (insp.)
❥ MARK —
“Y/N!” Mark bursts into the car at full speed, his entire face growing redder by the second as he sinks down in the passenger seat, covering his face with his hands. “Oh my god, why did you make me do that?!”
“Wait, wha—what happened, Marky?” You reach out to pull his hands away from his face, squeezing them comfortingly. He pulls them back and buries the bottom half of his face into his sweater, like a turtle retreating into its shell, only to pop out just a few seconds later with a betrayed expression.
“No, you don’t get to call me that right now, not after you just made me embarrass myself so bad!” He tucks his face back into his sweater, the tips of his ears now glowing red.
“What happened? It couldn’t have been that bad,” you plead with him, and he flails his arms around as he bursts out, “I asked the cashier girl for the rejuvacoochie relief liners! I even said the specific brand you wanted!”
“Oh my god, babe.” You struggle to hold back a giggle, but he’s not done with his tirade, flapping his hands wildly as he continues, “And you know what happened? She called over the loudspeaker for the manager! ‘Hey, Steph, a customer could not find the rejuvacoochie relief liners in the febreezy vageezy brand. Do we have any in stock?’”
“Oh no...” You start to wheeze, laughter slipping through your teeth, and he shakes his head furiously. “And then that girl responded over the loudspeaker, ‘No, Ti, we do not carry the rejuvacoochie relief liners in the febreezy vageezy brand. Please ask the customer if they have a picture and we can try to find a similar product.’”
You’re guffawing now, leaning over as you try to muffle your laughter, but your stomach hurts too much. You wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes, and he doesn’t notice, far too engrossed in his rant.
“I swear to god, Y/N, the whole store was laughing at me, and I just— I just was like ‘Oh, I’m sorry, I must’ve gotten the name wrong’ and speed walked out of there and left everything else on the counter without paying,” he rambles, roughly carding his hand through his hair and taking off his glasses.
“Babe,” you manage to say out in between gasps, “Babe, we gotta go to Target because I need those though.”
Your boyfriend whips his head towards you, shaking his head furiously. “No way! I’m not going in and getting laughed at again.” He pauses, gnawing his lower lip, before hesitantly asking, “... Do you really need it though? I can go back and ask if you text me a pic of it...”
“No! Oh god, no, it’s fake, it’s a prank, Marky, I’m so sorry, I feel so bad now.”
“Oh my god, is this TikTok again?!”
One new notification: donutkillmyvibe uploaded a new video!
i fight for my ticket to heaven every time i open this app
hell has a special place reserved for you
yes it’s called the throne 🤴🏻✨
mark really marched in there and asked for the rejuvacoochie relief liners in the febreezy vageezy brand with his whole chest ✋😭
oh my god mark why
you did him so dirty 😭😭😭
mark asking about the thing
store worker: 👁👄👁
““the thing”” don’t be shy say it jisung
STOP IT YOU’RE SCARING THE BABY
❥ RENJUN —
“Oh, shit, you guys, he looks really mad. He just came out of the store, and he’s punching air right now.”
You’re wide eyed as you video tape your boyfriend leaving the convenience store and quickly zoom in on him. He lets out a few muffled yells and kicks at a pile of leaves before stomping over to the car. You hurriedly hide your phone to film in an inconspicuous way, schooling your expression into one of concern. Yanking the door open, he huffily drops down on the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut before gripping the wheel with two fists. It’s quiet for a moment before—
“There’s no such thing as an oochie coochie freshener 3000 maximum strength, is there?”
You press your lips tightly together, holding back a laugh. “What are you talking about? Yes, there is. Did you get it?”
“Y/N, it doesn’t exist!” he exclaims, lightly pounding the rim of the wheel with his fists in frustration. “Oh my god, I went in there and walked up to the girl who worked there and was like, ‘Do you sell the oochie coochie freshener 3000 max strength here?’ And she looked at me like I was a complete dumb ass!”
“So they didn’t have it?”
“No, they didn’t have it! The girl stared at me and asked me to repeat what I said, and then she asked who told me that name! I said my girlfriend, and then she started laughing!”
“She might be new. I bought it from here before. Did you ask a manager?”
“I’m not falling for that! It doesn’t exist! Do you think I’m an idiot?!” He throws his hands up, cheeks growing red as he recalls the cashier’s incredulous expression again. You stay silent for a few seconds, biting your bottom lip in contemplation.
“... I mean you must’ve believed it was real since you went in and asked for it.”
“I hate you, Y/N. Never trusting you again.”
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ASDHFJLAKS PLSSS OOCHIE COOCHIE FRESHENER 3000 MAX BYE 😭
LMAO ICB YOU REALLY FELL FOR THAT 😂😂
kindly ✨fuck off✨
I’M NOT MOM
so.... has anyone dropped by y/n’s place and checked that she’s still alive ?? bby press 1 if your life is in danger
WTF???? YOU’RE LITERALLY SITTING NEXT TO ME??? EATING THE CRUNCH WRAP I WENT OUT AND BOUGHT FOR YOU?????
you forgot the diablo sauce ☹️
sorry this personal uber eats driver is closed permanently
❥ JENO —
You very easily spot your boyfriend speed walking back to the car, back stiff as he approaches rapidly. Schooling your expression into one of concern, you turn towards him when he opens the car door and hastily gets into his seat behind the driver’s wheel.
“Did you get it?” you ask, already struggling to keep your tone neutral.
“It doesn’t exist, does it?” he says quietly, cheeks growing red before he buries his face in his hands.
“What do you mean? Of course, it does. I need it.” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest as you settle back in your seat. “We gotta go back and check.”
“Babe, I literally went in and searched everywhere and even asked the girl working there where to find a tampon remover,” he groans, lifting his head and the telltale splotches of red on his cheeks growing darker than ever. “She said they don’t have them there.”
“Did you show her the picture I texted you?”
“I never got it! Maybe the reception was bad, but I didn’t get it.”
“We have to go back. I bought it from here before,” you insist, and he lets out a noise of protest. “No way, I even explained to the girl that it looks like one of those mini trash grabber things or tongs, like you said, and she gave me the most horrified look ever before saying she had to go help someone else. There was no one else in the store!”
You can no longer hold a straight face after that and burst out laughing. “Oh god, Jen, I’m so sorry, it was a TikTok challenge.”
“Oh my god, are you serious?!” He turns to you, wide eyed. “Y/N, that was so embarrassing. I can never go back in there now!”
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i’m an only child but you have an older sister so what’s your excuse
i didn’t think y/n would trick me like this 🗿
yeeun called and said she laughed so hard she cried and showed it to your sister
...... (.◜⌒◝ )
babe she was the one who requested i do this challenge 🥴
MWAH LOVE YOU Y/N 💓 omg this is the best lmaooo
❥ HAECHAN —
“So this is who you really are, huh, sweetheart.” Donghyuck opens the car door and settles into the driver’s seat. “You take advantage of your poor loving boyfriend who cares so much about the state of your uterus and is willing to go to great lengths for you out of the goodness of his heart. You disappoint me.”
“What on earth are you talking about, Hyuck?”
“Don’t act all innocent. I can’t believe you even got my sister in on it because I texted her about them before I went into the store, and she said they were real. ‘Maxi tampons with wings’? Really, Y/N?” Donghyuck mocks, crossing his arms over his chest as he pouts at you. “You wound me. I was trying to be nice, and this is how you repay me. You’re only dating me for the views, aren’t you? And not for my handsome looks and wonderful personality.”
“Yes, that’s exactly it. I’m dating you for the views. You caught me, Hyuck. Our entire relationship is a lie, this was a long con, and I befriended you years ago just for this very reason.” You roll your eyes playfully as he gasps dramatically, clutching his heart. “I knew it. This was all for publicity.”
You chuckle, leaning over to flick his forehead, and he scrunches his nose up at you. “Okay, but was it really that bad asking?”
“Nah, the girl just laughed, and was like, ‘Does your girlfriend have TikTok?’”
You let out a disappointed huff. “Darn, that was so anti-climatic.”
“I mean I put my life out on the line for you in front of all your viewers, but sure, call that anti-climatic.”
You laugh, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his cheek, and he struggles to hide the pleased smile that grows across his face.
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look who’s laughing now
still me because you really believed in an oochie coochie freshener max 3000
you must’ve been one of the those kids who thought santa was real until they were 15
santa isn’t real ???? 😨
i think it’s time to tell you that chenle’s the one who’s been eating all the cookies you put out every christmas
JENO ATE HALF OF THEM TOO??
please leave me out of this
@ apado_god taeil... where’s your comment 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
thank you!!! 🙆🏻♂️
❥ JAEMIN —
“Wait, you guys, why does he look so excited?” You glance down at your phone, carefully hiding it and angling it to capture your boyfriend when he enters the car. Jaemin stops in front of the car window, leaning forward to breathe on the glass and leaving some condensation. He draws a couple hearts for you before winking, and you laugh, lips quirking up into a smile.
Finally, Jaemin opens the car door and hops in, dropping the bag of goods in your lap triumphantly. “Okay, so they didn’t have the coochie hydration lotion with aloe vera infusion in stock, but I explained what you told me you needed it for, and the nice lady said that this Vagisil cream should work!”
You don’t know whether to laugh or cry because your boyfriend actually believed you and some poor lady had to hear about your fake itching troubles. “Oh wow, thank you so much, Nana.”
“Of course! She said you just need to apply it three to four times every day for a week, and it should help.” He beams at you, handing you a Starbucks drink, and you have to make a conscious effort to not laugh out loud. “We can try another store for the lotion, but I got you some Kit Kat’s and a green tea latte!”
“This is more than enough, love, thank you,” you assure him, accepting the drink gratefully, before reaching over and intertwining your fingers with his. He grins proudly, “Anything for you, angel.”
You don’t have the heart to tell him that this was for a challenge after that.
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stop he’s too good for this world 😭💖
this was a challenge??? 🤨
yes and you passed with flying colors honey 💗
sorry y/n but uh.... jaemin if you’re single, i’m available at all hours 24/7 7 days a week 365 1/4 days every year
excuse me???? i’m literally right here???
i mean were we watching different videos or ...?
some points were made. jaemin if you’re single, my gf and i are available at all hours 24/7 7 days a week 365 1/4 days every year
see this is why we work baby
yes but if jaemin asked only me out we need to break up
understandable have a good life
thank you i’ll invite you to our wedding as my best (wo)man
GUYS HE’S STILL MY BF 😭
yes i’m *her* bf only ilysm 🥺💝💖💘💞✨
ilysm too 🥺🥺💗
did we just get rejected
yeah i guess we’re still dating then
i feel like i should be offended but somehow i’m not
❥ CHENLE —
There’s a knock on the car window, and you unlock the car. Chenle opens the door, and you see the loaded shopping cart behind him, eyes widening.
“So I couldn’t find the aloe vera super soakers you wanted, but I grabbed one of everything.” He gestures to all the bagged items, and you choke on a laugh. “Oh my god, how many did you buy?”
“Uh, not sure, but more than fifteen because they wouldn’t let me use the self checker.” He opens the back door and starts unloading all the bags onto the backseat. “I asked the dude that works there, and he pointed me to the nerf gun section? I’m pretty sure that’s wrong, so I just looked around until I found some stuff that looked like the package you had in the bathroom.”
You stifle a laugh, peering into the bags behind you as you pull out a random box of jumbo tampons and a package of overnight maxi pads amongst countless other variations. “Thank you, Lele. I definitely won’t be running out anytime soon.”
“Yeah, of course! Sorry I couldn’t find the right one. If you show me what it looks like, I’ll order some online later for you.” He looks so earnest, and you suddenly feel really bad about pulling this challenge on him.
“No, no, this is more than enough, sweetheart, thank you so much.”
“Also, look what I bought for us!” He pulls out two massive nerf guns, beaming as he waves them around excitedly, and you can’t help but grin as well. “We can have a water gun fight later!”
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this is really the guy who claims he’s better than me at pubg huh
I WANT A REMATCH THIS SAT
are we gonna see a video about the best tampons at three different price points next 🥰
OH we should do this
DHDJDJD NO STOP BYE DO IT YOURSELF IF YOU WANT TO
ok bet 😈
wait hold on are you serious ??
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ZHONG CHENLE STOP IGNORING ALL MY CALLS
❥ JISUNG —
You see your boyfriend sprinting back to the car, shoulders hunched, his hoodie pulled over his head, and his face mask covering up as much of his face as possible. He rapidly knocks on the passenger window of your car, and you unlock it for him. He quickly pulls open the door and jumps into the car, shutting the door with a slam and sinking down in his seat.
“We need to go. Drive. Don’t look back.”
“Wait, what’s wrong, Sungie?” You look over at him, and when he pulls down his mask, you can finally see how red his entire face is. The blush has spread down to his neck and up to his ears, his face rivaling a tomato. You start to feel a little guilty when you notice the pitiful look in his eyes.
“I went in there and searched every aisle for what you wanted, and all the ladies there were staring! I kept going up and down the aisle and reading every package, but I couldn’t find it!”
“So you weren’t able to get it for me?” You frown, and he splutters, waving his arms around. “I literally couldn’t find it anywhere, Y/N!”
“Did you ask someone?”
“The girl working there asked if she could help, and I told her what you asked for, and she started laughing at me!? She said she doesn’t think their store carries it, but she asked over her walkie talkie, and two other girls came over, and when I explained it to them, they all started laughing at me, too!”
“Maybe you said the product name wrong?”
“No, I asked for a WAP cleaner just like you told me to! I even wrote it down in my notes app! W-A-P cleaner, just like you spelled it out for me!”
You can no longer maintain a straight face, and the giggles erupt from your mouth. He looks so distressed, eyebrows furrowed, as he runs his hand through his hair. “Why are you laughing?!”
“I’m— I’m so sorry, but it’s a prank! WAP cleaners aren’t real, you know the Cardi B song?” You have tears in your eyes now, and he’s frozen in his spot, like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Oh my god.”
The horror is written all over his face, and Jisung slouches down even farther in his seat. You can’t stop laughing, almost hiccuping, and he curls into himself, his cheeks now flushed in even rosier hues as he mutters under his breath, “I hate you so much right now. I literally wanted to crawl into a hole and die when they started laughing.”
“I’m sorry, Sungie.” You have the decency to look a little sorry now and reach over to hold his hand, but he turns away from you, merely letting out a hmph and giving you the stink eye. You pout. “I’ll give you a kiss?”
“... I want two. And you have to get my favorite candy in there. I can never go back, and it’s the only store with my favorite flavor. I ran out before I even had the chance to buy it...”
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how did he fall for this tho??? yangyang sang that song for weeks when it first came out
we’re never speaking about this again
did he get his candy though? 🤔
yes i bought him three bags 💓
hell yeah girl i love this 😂🤣🤣
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Pairing:Idol!Nakamoto Yuta X Fem!reader | Genre:Fluff,new parents AU | Wc: Less than 1k | No warnings<33
Opening your eyes slightly,you found yourself lying on a hospital bed. You tried to open your eyes widely and get up on the bed,having a temporary memory loss about why you were there. "Slowly!Slowly! Don't move like that", you turned your head slightly to where you supposed the voice came from. It was from your mom who was sitting beside you as she loudly whispered to you.
You slowly regained your consciousness only to feel a slight weight on your arms as if something was in there. You hastily looked down and saw the reason why you were lying on that hospital bed. Your eyes watered as you looked at the person sleeping soundly in your warm and cozy arms.It was your newborn son. You could tell that he was the safest in where he was at that moment. Your mom slowly put her hands on your shoulder as you looked up to her to see her looking at your son fondly.A proud smile displayed on her face. Finally she's a grandmother. You smiled back at her.
"Yuta's outside. He's waiting for you to regain your consciousness",your mom slowly whispered in your ear not wanting to disturb the little one's sound sleep.
You slowly got down from your bed with your baby in your arms.Still acking from the labour pain,you slowly walked out the door of your hospital cabin.
"See baby Nakamoto,Daddy Nakamoto doesn't have time for you.He's always on his phone", You teased your husband indirectly as he shot his head upto meet your eyes.To his surprise,you were standing there with his son in your arms,wide awake and looking at him with his newly bloomed eyes.Yuta stood up from the bench and flashed his healing smile at you. You could feel his overflowing happiness of seeing the love of his life carrying his son in her arms.You felt butterflies in your stomach as you realized that no matter how old you both grow,his smile will always heal all your pains.
Yuta gently kissed on your temple before taking the baby in his arms.
"Yuta! You're gonna drop him", you slowly yelled at him."C'mon don't interrupt our Father-Son moments. we're just playing", he replied to you before starting to talk to your son again,"You know champ, I'm going to teach you amazing football tricks when you grow up, okay?".You happily sighed at the beautiful sight and started to walk back to your cabin as it pained you to keep standing for long.Suddenly you felt a soft hug from your behind as Yuta whispered in your ears, "You know,You both are my world. I'll never let any of you get hurt.I promise"
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A/N: I'm feeling much better so I started writing seriously again and here I am. Have a good day!<3
Reese ☆ Dimplehyunn
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𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒 — n.jm x reader
genre — fluff, fiancé!jaemin / tw — nil / wc — <500
epigraph — it's breezy out, but you make me feel warm
Children of the moon sit prettily in the golden skies, right above your hill of nostalgia. The stars seemingly intoxicated on the melancholy of you two leaning on each other. Jaemin’s skin — pearlescent, glimmering sunlight in the midst of dawn.
You turn and watch him gaze at them, revering the ever changing sky and you watch him. His brown irises dim into chocolate wonders as the bright rays of sunshine graze the uneven asphalt within breezy Octobers.
You fiddle with the ring on your finger and Jaemin’s halcyon pupils fall upon yours again, limbs grasping yours lovingly, and upon everything, you take in his features. He leans down to peck your lips, “you okay, love?” he whispers, lips barely an inch away, warm breath accompanying you in the cold.
You nod, fingers softly pulling the fabric of his shirt, lips claiming the other as their paramour amidst the solitude of dawn — an amorous kiss. Yet familiar, colours still burst in your chest like it’s the first time all over again.
You both pull away, panting slightly. His hands move towards your lips, wiping away a string of saliva, fingers conveying gentle adoration. A gust of wind blows, leaves rustle and hair gets messed up — the atmosphere smells like the fragrance of honeysuckle and peaches, a figment of Jaemin himself.
The taste of his crimson tongue lingers on yours, it’s your favourite sweet for the transparent ignorant breeze blowing during autumn dawns. The streets bustle beneath you and the sky turns to midnight blue, each enjoying the comfort of the other as books come to a close and a co-written sequel opens.
Although it’s getting dark, a speck of sunshine brims within Jaemin’s orbs, a figment of the earth’s best possessions, a figment you'll love eternally.
inspired by — a new couple who just moved in next door (who's dog barks 24 fucking 7), my excitement for autumn to go by, and a wish that stars can be seen in my country </3
note — feedback is appreciated!!
tags — @beomgyuv @dimplehyunn (send an ask or dm to be added:D )
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gap in your heart [teaser];
summary during the build-up to a war between the wealthy and the suffering, you’re kidnapped by a notorious criminal organization known to rule the outskirts of what was once seoul. born of royal blood, you’re a valuable asset with much to offer. and surprisingly they, too, have much to offer.
pairing criminal!jeno x princess!reader♀️
genres angst, fluff, maybe smut (probability is 90% lol), enemies au, dystopian au, futuristic au.
warnings [for teaser] profanity, not proofread!
word count [for teaser] 357.
author’s note yes i’m here and i’m sorry this is so late :” i haven’t finished writing bc of ㅗ uni ㅗ but i am progressing quickly! this is for the neo future collaboration <3
“How many of you, uh, are there?” you ask, curiously yet cautiously.
“Enough,” he says, “to rule the underground.”
“Oh.” You gulp, suppressing the shudder of fear threatening to ripple. “I’m fucked, aren’t I?”
He cocks a brow. “Why do you think so?”
Dunno. Maybe because you’re SME? You skip his inquiry with an awkward shrug, licking your chapped lips. You glance at his rifle, and then at him. “Are you a sniper?”
“Do you snipe?”
“Is that not obvious?”
You bite back a snarky remark. Jeno—he’s a difficult character, you conclude, unsure of how to maintain an easygoing atmosphere. He probably doesn’t know what sarcasm means, you think to yourself, leaning forward in your seat. You drag your gaze around the gloomy room, the only furniture being the chair underneath and the table holding Jeno’s rifle.
There’s a knock at the door, grasping your attention. You watch as Jeno heads over to the steel door, twisting the rusty knob and releasing a string of squeaks. You flinch, unfamiliar with the sounds an unoiled door makes.
“Yuta,” greets Jeno, stepping aside to let the stranger through. A man sporting a red mullet slips through the door, his eyes landing on you at once.
“Kun’s prepared a room for her,” Yuta cuts straight to the chase, “203. Beside Sungchan’s, across yours.”
He speaks as if you can’t hear.
“There’s a meeting in ten at the ballroom. Take her to the room”—the redhead tosses Jeno a key—“and grab some clothes for her.”
The look in Yuta’s glare as he examines your battered form is difficult to ignore; he’s disgusted, and you’re sure it’s not just because of the dirt on your face. There are no layers to his expression, to the feelings he clearly conveys. And although neither Jeno nor Hyuck explicitly detailed their impressions of you, to understand their general idea isn’t rocket science. It’s simple, really, adding one with two. Enemies, the royalty and the criminals. Just like how they wouldn’t be welcomed in the Metropolis, your presence is nothing to be overjoyed about in the outskirts.
You are nowhere near welcomed.
COPYRIGHT © AUGUST 2021.
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[3:56 PM] Hendery wears a cooked ramen noodle as a mustache and makes a silly face, attempting to cure your sad mood. He’s relieved when your frown disappears and a small smile takes its place.
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— 2:30 pm ★･*:･ﾟ
you’re mad at renjun. out of all the rooms he could’ve picked to hold the events committee’s meeting, he settles on a tiny art studio the size of a toenail. you waddle through the sea of people in search for a seat, and when you do find one beside the tall open windows and stack of blank fifty-inch canvases at the back of the room, it’s immediately stolen by mark. he sits in silence and he sits with flair. unabashed, he smiles at you, basking in your misery as if it’s the sun.
“move,” you utter, standing before your insufferable nemesis with an unfazed mien.
“and why would i?” mark challenges, eyes staring up at yours with a teasing glint, eyes looking for trouble.
you’re about to walk away when he speaks, “there’s no more seats.” the grin on his face grows wider when he realises you've stopped in your tracks. “but you can always sit here.”
he pats his lap.
a large part of mark believes you'll simply walk away with an annoyed frown like you always do but never would he imagine you to actually take up his offer sit on his lap. surprise colours his face, and you seem to have also noticed the rose shade of bewilderment that dusts his cheeks when you cast him a wicked smile. "you said i can sit here."
"stop staring and look to the front."
mark scoffs, "i wasn't sta—"
"keep talking and i'll kiss you."
the ends of your lips curl up when his purse in a straight line. mark isn't talking anymore, but the annoyance in his eyes growls at you with a kind of intensity that makes your stomach bubble with excitement. an indescribable tension permeates the air around your bodies. mark doesn't touch you, but the way his breathing hitches every now and then when you purposely lean back against his chest is enough to reveal to you the extent of his frustration; pent-up anger of not being able to do anything—bite back at you for the agonising misery you're causing him.
"you'll regret this," he hisses in your ear.
and mark made sure you do, because after everyone left and it's just the two of you in a room full of empty chairs, you never managed to find a new seat.
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i love unintended consequences and all those little snippets you’ve written for it 🥺 i hope it’s not too much to ask but i would really like to see how johnny would pamper her when she’s pregnant/deal with the pregnancy side effects and him as a dad 🧸no pressure tho, stay safe and drink lots of water!
I loved this ask so much because I think most people feel nervous talking about the more unsavoury parts of pregnancy. I've heard people talk about how terrible some stuff was, including the decisions that should be made. I always write keeping in mind that this is a predominantly young audience and if I'm going to write for them, I might as well try to give a more honest, mature perspective on these things. Thanks for letting me explore this anon!
You didn't mention it so I kept this more fluffy and didn't add any smut.🙈
I'd gladly write more of this anytime.
(Y/N) got up from the couch immediately when Sooyoung came and stood in front of her. It was Johnny who grabbed Sooyoung's arm before she could, helping her sit down comfortably. She gave him a grateful smile before turning to (Y/N).
"I can't believe I'm having twins." She sighed, grinning nonetheless.
"You definitely look like you're having twins." She looked down at the space between them, Sooyoung's belly bigger than what Joohyun's had been at eight months.
"I feel like it too." She mumbled, turning to Johnny, "Have you seen my husband?" She asked.
"He's speaking to your doctor on the phone, trying to get a room. Should I go get him?" Johnny asked dutifully, already getting out of his seat. Sooyoung smiled in a way that (Y/N) could distinguish, but Johnny just cluelessly waited.
"No, that's okay, Johnny. I'm sure he'll find his way back. Why are you so nervous?" She chuckled, grinning wider when Johnny fumbled.
"You're about to go into a room to give birth to two children simultaneously. I don't know why you aren't nervous." He gave her an uncomfortable smile, rubbing the back of his neck when both (Y/N) and Sooyoung laughed.
"I've been having contractions for 16 hours now. The only thing I want right now is for them to just come out." Sooyoung groaned as another one hit her, reaching for the paper cup in (Y/N)'s hand with the now practically melted ice chips.
"I'll go see where Mark went with the ice." Johnny eyed the cup. "(Y/N) will be here with you." He pointed at his own wife, giving her a serious nod before walking away.
Sooyoung turned to (Y/N) with the same smile as earlier. "He's very sweet." She grinned.
(Y/N) gasped as a joke, putting a hand over her mouth. "It took you seven years to realise that? Motherhood is changing you already." She laughed when Sooyoung shoved her shoulder with her own.
"I've always known it obviously. Do you think I would have let you marry just anyone?" Sooyoung scoffed. "What I mean is, he's being very sweet about this." She pointed at her belly. "Makes me wonder why you haven't thought about it yet. You've always wanted kids." Sooyoung said a little slowly, trying to avoid her gaze.
"We've talked about it obviously." (Y/N) looked away, "We've talked about it a lot." She blushed, thinking back to all the “talking” they did.
"But?" Sooyoung questioned. "Is he scared or something?" She furrowed her brows.
(Y/N) scoffed, "It's not him.” She laughed, pushing her hair back. There was a pause as (Y/N) tried to put into words a sentiment she had been holding close to her chest for a long time now. "I think I need to quit my job before I think about having a child. It's–" She winced, "I don't want somebody else to raise my child while I'm at a job I hate. You know how I will about that.” She paused again, biting down on her tongue.
"So quit." Sooyoung shrugged, rolling her eyes when (Y/N) looked up at her with a tired look.
"It's not that simple." She fidgeted with her hands.
"Yes it is." Sooyoung put a gentle palm on her best friend's hand, "You already know what you want. You're afraid to stop working because you've done it your entire life and because it’s all you’ve seen growing up. But it's fine, we all have to move on from old things to make way for new ones."
"It's not just that." She sighed
"(Y/N)." Sooyoung's voice was stern, "I think at this point it's a little unfair to Johnny if you still think that you need to be a contributor for him to respect you. I don't say anything because I know that after everything you struggled through, being successful was important to you. I know." Sooyoung paused, the tightening grip on (Y/N)'s arm signalling another contraction.
(Y/N) checked her watch, "That was 10 minutes, you're almost there." She encouraged her through the pain, rubbing her back soothingly. Once it passed, she sat back with a sigh.
"Just quit. Spend a year with your husband, think about kids then. If later you think different, you're qualified enough to find a job anywhere. Make mistakes, (Y/N). But don't just sit like a lame duck. Life's too short to waste it between decisions." She spoke as the pain slowly subsided.
"You're already gaining your mom wisdom." (Y/N) smiled endearingly at her, grateful for having the most loving people around her.
"It's all the reflection I do between the late night tossing I do because my stomach is too big." Sooyoung groaned as another contraction hit her already.
Mark finally stumbled from the corner with a paper cup in his hands, curse words spilling out of his mouth as he approached till a passing nurse clicked her tongue at him.
“I want one.” She sighed, putting her head on top of the finally cooing baby. For an hour now, Johnny and (Y/N) tried their best to get the twins to stop crying.
Sooyoung and Doyoung finally went to bed a while back and Mark lay sprawled on the couch, passed out after his turn to watch the new members of the family.
"Yeah?" Johnny whispered, lips tugging. He rocked the other one in his arm, positively gleaming. It made her heart flutter.
She sighed a little deeper, hugging the baby closer to her chest, “Yeah.” She nodded. “But–” She stopped to lick her lips, feeling like she was shielding herself with the child. Johnny’s smile fell and she shortened her hesitation. “I want to quit my job.” She took a deep breath to help find courage, “My mom was always working and I love her, I really do. She’s taught me how to survive by myself, how to prioritise my worth over everything.” She paused when the baby in her lap cooed, gazing down to look at her with a smile. “But when I look back, my fondest memories involve Sooyoung’s mom. She taught me how to cook, how to care, how to be compassionate.” She felt a lump building in her throat.
“Sooyoung’s mom was the person I called when I broke my arm, she was the one who advised me when I had my first heartbreak.” (Y/N) closed her eyes, “I love my mom, I want to give my children her values.” She took a shaking breath, terrified of her own words. “But I want to be the person my children come to when they want comfort.” She hugged Sooyoung's daughter, thinking about the loving life she would have.
“You don’t have to justify yourself, (Y/N).” Johnny said tenderly. “But I appreciate that you wanted to share that. I know you don’t talk about your parents. You carry so much by yourself.” He slid closer to her, resting the baby down on his lap. “I know you never make a decision without beating yourself about it constantly. If you think it’s what you have to do, I’m always going to have your back. That’s marriage.” Johnny looked down when the baby reached his arms out, laughing and picking him back up to rock again.
“Okay.” She nodded, “I’m going back home and quitting. We can talk about this properly then.” She felt overwhelmed.
Johnny bit down on his lip, looking at his friend’s son and then covering his ears, “We can start trying now though, right?” He wiggled his brows.
She sat back and laughed as quietly as she could, “I don’t think he can understand you.”
“Let’s not risk it with Doyoung and Sooyoung’s kids, yeah? Doyoung nags and Sooyoung scares me.” He sounded serious.
She laughed a little more, earning a babble of approval from her friend’s newborn daughter.
Johnny woke up at the sound of the bathroom door shutting. He slipped out of bed, noting the time on the bedside clock and sighing. He rubbed the sleep out of his house and ventured to the kitchen.
He knocked on the bathroom door softly, smiling when he heard a grunt.
"Just leave me alone." He heard her say softly. Johnny grinned, opening the door.
"But you're so sexy when you're heaving." He spoke as he entered, frowning when he saw her on the floor trying to keep her head up, dizzy again. Johnny put the glass of gingerale he came with down on the counter, wordlessly coming to sit behind her. He pulled her between his legs, rubbing soothing circles on her back. She rested her head back on his chest and Johnny tried to pat off the sweat on her forehead.
She gave him a grateful smile, one he mirrored despite her eyes being closed.
"I'm so tired of this." She sighed, "Does that make me a bad human being?" She whispered reluctantly.
Johnny clicked his tongue, "It makes you human." He pushed more of her hair back, just in time for her face to contort as he leaned over the toilet again.
"Five more months, baby." Johnny tried to lighten the mood, chuckling when she sat back and elbowed his side.
"Don't make me hit you." She warned, earning a quick okay from him.
They sat there for a while, when she looked like she wasn't going to puke again he poked her cheek.
"You want to take a shower? It always makes you feel better." He offered. She gave him an exhausted nod.
"I'll do it, you go back to bed. You have work tomorrow." She started moving away from him but he stopped her, turning her gently to face him.
"We're in this together, (Y/N)." He reminded her, hand going to her slowly emerging belly.
"It's just a shower." Despite her words, her eyes were drenched with gratitude.
"It's just work." He countered, slowly helping her get off the floor. She tugged on his arm, making him look down.
"You're perfect, do you know that?" She told him with glistening eyes.
"A few hours ago you were blaming me for knocking you up." He tapped his chin.
"I'm more changeable than usual lately." She shrugged.
Johnny grabbed (Y/N)’s arm to help her sit down. It was one of the less comfortable days of her second trimester and the long car ride it took to get to the vacation home wasn't helping.
"Wow," Yuta laughed, sitting back on the couch. "Look at how big you've gotten. There's a whole baby cooking inside you." He sounded equal parts amazed and amused.
"Shut up." She frowned, "If you choose now out of all possible moments to talk about the magic of childbirth I will make you rub my swollen feet." She threatened him, making Yuta lift his arms in surrender.
As she said that, she turned over to put her feet in her husband's lap. Johnny didn't need to look down to start rubbing them.
"What did he do?" Yuta laughed, pointed at Johnny.
"Get me pregnant, for starters." She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "And it's already huge because of his giant genes too." She tried to re-adjust herself at the new angle. Johnny noticed her fumbling, reaching for a pillow and putting it behind her back.
"You love me." Johnny kissed the air between them. "She loves me." He turned to Yuta,earning a scoff from both of them.
The doorbell rang and Mark spoke from the kitchen saying he'd get it.
"Oh my god, (Y/N)" Jungwoo said when he walked into the room with Yeri in tow. "You've become huge!" He gasped, pouting when Yeri smacked his arm.
(Y/N) turned to Johnny, an annoyed pout already dancing on her lips. "I'm starting to believe that this weekend getaway was a bad idea." Johnny laughed, reaching one hand over to squeeze her hand.
"Haechan isn't even here yet." Johnny reminded her, eyes turning up with delight when she groaned.
"If one more person talks about how big I am, I'll sit on them." She warned.
Johnny grinned and almost immediately she regretted her words.
"Come here, big girl." He extended his arms and beckoned her to him. She threw a pillow with an annoyed whine.
(Y/N) woke up out of habit more than anything else, eyeing the clock on the table first and then realising that the monitor was uncharacteristically silent for what was feeding time. When she turned over, she smiled and understood why.
Before she even reached the door, she could hear Johnny cooing at their newborn. A tired smile of unabashed pride rising on her lips.
"You're going to get so big and strong." Johnny cooed, once she came to the door, (Y/N) saw him dangling a toy over the child's outreached arms. "You're already such a good baby, aren't you? You get that from your mom I can tell." Johnny sniggered to himself, "You don't to cry or fuss." He leaned down to kiss their forehead.
(Y/N) leaned against the doorframe, watching the exchange with an amused smile.
"But you're always reaching for your mom. Always looking around for her. You get that from me." There was a glow of pride in his eyes. "We're both a little lost without your mum around, aren't we?" He rocked up and down till he heard a small giggle, a short laugh leaving his lips at the sound.
Johnny put the toy down to reach for the bottle on the table and (Y/N)'s heart squeezed with more love for her incredibly thoughtful husband.
"I can't believe you're my little baby." Johnny grinned as eager, tiny hands reached out to grab the bottle. "I'm going to teach you how to throw a ball and give you your first beer someday. Maybe we can both learn how to make your mom's cake." Johnny laughed to himself, "I'm going to love you so much." Johnny scrunched his nose when a little hand wrapped around his finger. "I'm the luckiest man in the world and you're proof, you know that?" He whispered, eyes glowing despite the dim light in the room. "All this because your mom thought I was a hairy ghost." He giggled to himself.
"You need to stop talking about that." She finally gave in, speaking up. Johnny looked up, wide eyed before grinning when he saw her. "Plus, it was a witch."
Johnny laughed, tired but content. "Just know now. I'm going to tell our kids this till they're sick of this story. Then I'm going to tell their friends and their spouses. Even the other's kids are going to grow up listening to our story." Johnny stuck his tongue out at her before giving her a love struck smile as she came closer, "We're my favourite story." He leaned over to kiss her forehead as she stood in front of her husband and child.
"I thought that was Iron Man?" She raised a brow.
"Oh damn." Johnny winced, "Tough choice." He clicked his tongue. She rolled her eyes at him, reaching down to tickle the baby's belly.
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PAIRING. jaehyun x fem!reader
GENRE. fake dating!au, fluff, slight angst
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WARNINGS. none that i can think of yet :)
SUMMARY. writing romance for the first time seems like a challenge for someone who usually does thriller. well, not until jaehyun came along.
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“so what’s your point of having this blind date? like, you must have something in mind or whatever,” he clasped his hands together, crossing his legs over as he does so.
“how about we hear yours first?” you tried to avoid the question. if he’s some kind of hopeless romantic just looking for love, your honest opinion will just make him feel down right? yes, you’re definitely planning to be open and honest to him. nothing annoys you more than deception, lies, betrayal.
“well, for me? i’m just looking for someone dear, you know? i want to make them happy and hopefully, make me happy too. i mean, that’s how love works. you find comfort within them,” you can see the sparks in his eyes when he’s talking about love. holy crap, he is a hopeless romantic.
“oh really? um, can i be honest with you?” he nodded his head, approving whatever you’re about to say. just when you explained the whole inspiration thing you’re looking for, you can almost see the drop in his face. he tried not to make it look too obvious but obviously, being the body language expert you are, you can spot it immediately - shoulders drooping down, breaking eye contact, looking over to the sides. let’s guess the next words coming out of his mouth, let’s just end our lunch? hope you find what you’re looking for?
“if that’s what you want, i’m down for it. let’s do this thing.”
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of starry skies and fireflies | h.rj
summary. Huang Renjun may be skilled at art - he’s especially exceptional at drawing portraits - but the one thing he’s not so skilled at? Hiding his feelings for his best friend: you.
pairing. ravenclaw! huang renjun x ravenclaw! fem! reader.
genre. fluff, humour, best friends to lovers! au, hogwarts! au.
warnings. swearing, one comment about a male sperm cell, reader catches the flu, very very slight changes to canon, renjun is implied to be muggleborn and the reader is implied to be a pureblood.
notes. this is the first installment of the chocolate frog chronicles! check out the series masterlist to see what else is in store!
If anyone asked Huang Renjun what his favorite place in Hogwarts is, his answer would be the Great Lake.
There’s something calming about sitting underneath the huge tree, leaning back against its trunk, pulling his legs up to his chest and simply sketching. The only sounds are the occasional splashes from the Giant Squid when it chooses to wave a tentacle at him and the rustling of the leaves above him. Even the slight chill that signifies the beginning of winter doesn’t deter him.
Renjun thinks he spends most - if not all - of his time here. The only other places where he’s a regular would be the Ravenclaw common room and the kitchens, because he’s always late for breakfast and lunch at the Great Hall. (You’ve never understood why he can’t attend his meals on time, especially when he’s always up at the crack of dawn. He always goes to the Astronomy Tower to watch the sunrise - though he hasn’t told anyone. Not even you.)
The only reason he steps foot into the large hall is because you drag him down with you for dinner. “Come on, Renjun,” you always say. “There’s soup, and chicken broth, and drumsticks and plum pudding - don’t you want any of that?” Then you tug on his sleeve impatiently until he matches his pace with you, shaking his head exasperatedly.
Truth be told, Renjun would rather eat at the kitchens with the house elves instead of sitting with all the students and hearing all the latest gossip about the Gryffindor and Slytherin who were caught in a compromising position in the Trophy Room.
But you’re his best friend, and he doesn’t like seeing the disappointed pout on your face when he declines any offer from you - and also because he may or may not be harboring a massive crush on you.
Even thinking about you makes his cheeks heat up and his heart thump a million times faster in his chest, and he pulls his legs closer to his chest, his sketchbook falling onto the grass next to him, along with his pencil. He stares at the ripples formed on the water’s surface when the Giant Squid moved a bit closer to the surface and sighs.
“There you are!”
Renjun glances up at your voice and smiles when you plop down next to him, stretching your legs with a weary groan.
“Here I am,” he grins.
“Were you drawing again?” You nod at his discarded sketchbook.
You hum, leaning back on your elbows.
“You know,” you say casually, “you’ve never really shown me what exactly you draw in your sketchbook.”
Renjun doesn’t need to feel the heat that spreads across his face to know that there’s a dusting of pink across his cheeks. Thankfully, the sun’s setting just about now, so he can blame it on the sunlight.
“Uh.” He bites the inside of his cheek. “Maybe some time later.”
“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow quizzically. “What’re you hiding from me, Huang?”
“Nothing?” he squeaks, his heart hammering in his chest (he’s surprised you can’t hear it). He hates how small his voice sounds, and how his answer sounded like a question in itself. Merlin, the things you do to him.
But he really is hiding something from you.
He’s hiding the innumerous sketches he’s drawn of you. Not in a creepy way - he’s not a stalker - but just random drawings of you: one you biting your lip in concentration, bent over a fourteen inch long essay on the Goblin Wars; another one of you snacking on a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans, grimacing when you get the pepper flavoured one; and yet one more of you standing on your tiptoes in the library, your blue-and-bronze tie undone, stretching your hand up while trying to grab a book beyond your reach - the list is endless, and all of them have been carefully drawn to the minutest detail, safely stored in his prized sketchbook.
Showing them to you would mean certain embarrassment on Renjun’s part, and a lifetime’s worth of blackmail on yours.
Thankfully, you don’t question him further, because you’re busy trying to brush off an ant that crawled up your robes.
Silence engulfs the two of you, only disrupted by the splashes of water from the lake.
“Are you going to come to dinner willingly tonight or do I have to drag your arse back inside?” you ask Renjun, glancing at him once the misplaced insect is safely back on the ground.
“What if I said yes?” he says carefully.
“I’d be happy because you’d be eating your meals on time - not starving until some poor house elf takes pity on you and decides to give you the leftovers.”
Renjun snorts indignantly. “They don’t pity me.”
“Sure they don’t.” Your voice has a teasing lilt to it, and Renjun feels butterflies erupt inside his stomach.
“Oh, by the way,” he changes the topic swiftly. “Guess who I saw in the kitchens the other night?”
“A poor house elf forced to cook something up for you because the rest of the actual food we’re supposed to be eating was completely devoured by hundreds of hungry students?”
“Ha ha, very funny,” Renjun deadpans, and you grin at him. “But no, that’s not who I saw.”
You lean closer to him and Renjun catches a whiff of your lavender-scented lotion. He swallows. More butterflies colonise his stomach and he forces his voice to remain steady.
“You know that Slytherin, Donghyuck?”
You hum in affirmation and he continues.
“Well, I saw him with some Hufflepuff girl the day before yesterday. The girl seemed really flustered when I saw her, but Donghyuck just gave me his usual ‘fuck off, loser’ look.”
You gasp, your eyes widening. “No way. Donghyuck? And a ‘Puff?”
“Exactly!” he exclaims. “That’s what I thought too.”
“Wait, do you think it could be the Hufflepuff Prefect? You know, the one who was dating Jeno?” Your voice drops to a whisper.
Renjun shrugs. He doesn’t really care much. As long as people leave him alone - not including you, of course - he leaves them alone. The only reason he’s telling you is because he likes hearing the sound of your voice, as stupid as it sounds.
“Either way,” you continue, “if they’re happy together, then I’m happy for them.”
“How do you know they’re together?” Renjun points out. “For all you know, they could just be friends.”
You smile mysteriously at him, and Renjun gulps when you pat his knee condescendingly.
“I just know, Renjun. Nobody remains best friends forever.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.
You shrug, suddenly falling silent, and Renjun shifts slightly, picking up his sketchbook and pencil. The sun dips into the horizon, it’s light slowly dimming into a warm orange with cool blues tinted at the edges.
“It’s getting late,” he says, breaking the silence. “Aren’t you going to drag me back inside?”
He looks at you - and feels his breath catch in his throat. You look beautiful - you always do, but there’s something about the muted lights illuminating your face that makes you look ethereal. Renjun files this image away in his mind, promising himself to draw it later.
“Nah,” you reply, shaking your head and smiling lightly. “I’m not feeling particularly hungry today.”
You nod, turning to him and grinning. “Okay,” you echo.
“Hm?” He looks up from his tattered copy of Advanced Potion-Making, carefully putting his quill down.
You poke your tongue in the inside of your cheek, pushing the large book you were reading from towards him and pointing at a paragraph on the open page. Renjun skims over it quickly.
The Fireflies Phenomenon:
An old wizard legend that states accounts of a congregation of a colony of fireflies over a large water body, such as a lake or pond. Said to inspire hope amongst those in love but are afraid to express their feelings. Generally occurs on full-moon nights, as stated by the few passersby lucky enough to witness it. However, there is no scientific proof about its effects on those in seemingly unrequited love.
“Do you think it’s real?”
Your voice is oddly quiet, and Renjun shifts in his seat, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“It could be,” he answers, scrunching his nose doubtfully, “but I don’t think it’s real.”
He shrugs. “I mean, aren’t old legends just that? Legends? There’s no proof - even the book says so.”
You pout and narrow your eyes at him. Renjun sucks in a breath, feeling the all-too familiar butterflies proceed to take up space in his stomach. He wonders if there’s a cure for it. Probably not.
“Are you saying that Babbity Rabbity isn’t real?”
“Babbity who now?”
“Babbity Rabbity!” You raise your eyebrows at him, surprised. “You haven’t heard of the Tale of Babbity Rabbity and her Cackling Stump?”
“No, what’s that?” He shakes his head, baffled.
“Oh Merlin, you don’t know Babbity Rabbity!”
The students sitting scattered around you both lift up their heads and stare at him at your exclamation. Renjun lowers his head, his ears burning.
“You don’t have to be so loud,” he mutters sullenly.
“Sorry,” you whisper in apology, ducking your head as well. “But still! How can you not know Babbity Rabbity? She’s like, one of my heroes.”
“It’s not like you know about Sleeping Beauty or Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs or even Cinderella for that matter.”
“Cinderella?” You wrinkle your nose. “That sounds disgusting.”
“Babbity Rabbity sounds much worse, trust me,” he snorts, turning the page of his Potions book.
You gasp, and he whips his head up to look at you - and regrets it almost immediately. Renjun gulps, and his palms feel sweaty. He grips the edge of the table, trying to quell the loud thumping of his heart.
“Take that back, Huang Renjun.” You point your first finger at him, and he leans back a bit. “You take that back right now.”
“Nope,” he says smugly, turning his attention back to his book and picking up his quill.
“Merlin, what did I do to deserve a best friend who thinks Babbity Rabbity sounds weird?”
He rolls his eyes, not looking up from his parchment. Even though your tone is sarcastic, Renjun can make out the warmth in your voice. It scares him slightly, how he’s able to read you so well. Then again, almost seven years of friendship and banter shared between you both would do that, he supposes. If only he could work up the courage to tell you that he wants to be more than that.
“You know you love me,” he replies.
“Yeah,” you say, your voice soft again. Renjun doesn’t know why your tone drops whenever he mentions anything about love - it concerns him, because this is the second time he’s noticed it’s happening. “I guess I do.”
But he blinks and the silence that stretched thin mere seconds before is broken. You reach out and ruffle his hair, and Renjun accidentally loses his grip on his quill, causing a huge blue stain to mar his carefully worded essay. Crap.
“I think,” you say thoughtfully, bringing your hand back, “I’m going to go to the Great Lake tonight.”
Renjun blinks. “Why?”
“I just want to see if this whole phenomenon is real or not.”
There’s something about how nonchalantly you say it that makes Renjun feel disappointed. He recalls what he’d read a few minutes before.
Said to inspire hope amongst those in love but are afraid to express their feelings.
Are you in love with someone? Why haven’t you told him? He can’t help but feel a slight twinge of hurt course through his veins. The two of you always tell each other everything. He even knows what colour underwear you’d bought your older brother as a prank for his birthday, and you know about the massive crush he’d had on Rita Skeeter back in first year. (It’s a constant source of blackmail for you, even if Renjun finds your gleeful smile and evil tone much more endearing than necessary, whenever you bring it up. Besides, it was the first year, and he’s pretty sure you had a crush on Gilderoy Lockhart back then, too.)
“Are you in lo- insane?”
Renjun prays you don’t catch on to his slip-up.
“No,” you huff, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m just curious, that’s all.”
“What makes you think - even if it’s real - that the phenomenon will happen here of all places?”
You shrug. “Intuition, I suppose.”
“That’s not enough to go by,” he says doubtfully. His “mom” instincts, as you call them, have kicked in, he’s aware, but he’d rather get teased for nagging you so much than let you do something absolutely foolish.
He shakes his head, exasperated. “Is today even a full moon night?”
“It is. I checked the charts yesterday during Astronomy.”
“So you knew about this weird thing before?” He raises an eyebrow at you challengingly.
You bite your lip sheepishly, tugging at the edge of your robes. “So what if I did?”
Renjun sighs wearily, bringing a hand up and rubbing at his eyes tiredly. “Fine. Do what you will. I’m not your mom.”
“No, but you’re starting to resemble Healer Doyoung now,” you quip. “What with his constant nagging and random bouts of tiredness.”
He chooses not to respond, instead rolling up his parchment and stuffing it into his satchel.
The only thing that runs through Renjun’s mind as he races through the hallways of the ancient school is that he should’ve stopped you from going.
Now you’re stuck in the Hospital Wing with a dreadful cold, a pounding headache and a massive case of the flu. It rained the night before, and you, being your usual scatter-brained self, had forgotten to take an umbrella. Or your wand, which you could’ve used to prevent yourself from getting drenched. Sometimes he wonders how the Sorting Hat sorted you into Ravenclaw.
He slows to a jog when he nears the Hospital Wing, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. He’s sweating profusely, but he doesn’t particularly care. Striding into the school’s mini-hospital, he rubs his forehead.
“Look who decided to show up.”
Your voice is barely a whisper, and if it weren’t for the silence that encompasses the large hallways, Renjun would’ve missed it. Quickly, he walks towards your bed, glancing around. The only other person is another girl sleeping on one of the beds opposite yours. Healer Doyoung must be lucky to have some amount of peace and quiet, considering how empty the place is.
“Y/N, you’re an absolute idiot, you know?”
He carefully scrutinises you. You’re lying down on the bed, your hair in disarray - he controls the urge to smooth back some of the strands that have fallen across your forehead. You’re wrapped in blankets, and you’re clad in one of the pin-striped black and white nightgowns Healer Doyoung always makes his patients wear. Despite the tired creases on your face, your eyes are still as bright and lively as ever - a small consolation for his worried mind.
Renjun rolls his eyes, pulling the chair by the bed closer to you and sitting down, crossing one leg over the other.
“How’re you feeling?” he asks, his tone laced with concern.
“Did you ditch Potions and your bag and run all the way here just to ask me that?”
“Class doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes,” he informs you, frowning slightly.
“So are you planning to skip Potions and sit here with your sick best friend?”
“Just answer the question.”
“I’m fine,” you croak out unconvincingly. “I think. It’s just the flu, and I’ve had that many times before.” You turn your head to look at him fully. “At least tell me you brought me some breakfast.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be on a liquid diet,” he replies smugly.
You open your mouth to retort, but close it immediately, your eyes flitting up.
“That is correct, Mister Huang.”
Renjun jumps in surprise, whipping his head around to meet the stern gaze of Healer Doyoung.
“Miss L/N, as I’ve already told you repeatedly,” he continues, “no solid food until your throat stops sounding like the broken voice box of an Augurey. Is that understood?”
Renjun bites his tongue to prevent his laugh from escaping, turning back to you.
“Yes, Healer Doyoung,” you mutter sullenly, sinking lower into your pillow.
The healer nods grimly before striding over to the girl sleeping opposite you, and Renjun grins at you.
“Stop smiling, you doofus,” you say to him, but there’s no bite in your voice (it does sound rather like an Augurey, now that he thinks of it) so he doesn’t bother wiping the grin off his face.
“Well, then. I think I’d better leave.” Renjun shifts in his chair.
“Wait,” you say quickly. “Do you need to go?”
Well, fuck. How is Renjun supposed to go when you’re looking at him, your eyes wide open and pleading? His mind runs blank, and with no words on the tip of his tongue, he gapes at you - rather stupidly, he thinks.
The healer’s voice snaps Renjun back to reality, and he turns around.
“I believe class begins in five minutes.”
Renjun doesn’t know whether to feel thankful or repentant for the interruption.
“Um, right.” He glances apologetically at you, noting the disappointed frown on your face. “Someone needs to write notes for both of us,” he says, trying to reassure you.
He nods, getting up from his chair with a grunt. “I’ll come back afterwards. Get some rest, all right?”
“See you,” he calls out over his shoulder, walking away from your bed.
“See you.” He hears your faint reply.
Suddenly Renjun can’t wait for the day to get over.
When Renjun comes back to visit you later in the day, he finds you fast asleep.
He smiles fondly when you let out a tiny snore, your eyes shut tight and your fingers curled around the edge of the crisp white blanket. Slowly, so as to not disturb you, he makes his way to the chair he’d previously occupied, sitting down with a soft sigh. With nothing to occupy him beyond staring at your sleeping form, Renjun interlaces his fingers and leans back in his seat.
He misses you.
He knows it’s only been a day - even less than that - but he can’t help it. He misses your bright laugh, even though it’s directed at him most of the time. He doesn’t mind, though. He likes the fact that his seemingly stupid statements and actions are the reason behind your loud guffaws. He misses your eyes, and the way they always shine with amusement. You find happiness in everything, and it’s one of Renjun’s favourite qualities about you. He misses your sarcastic comments and snarky replies to everything he says, whether it’s to you or not.
A warm feeling blooms in his chest. Warm, bubbly and comforting, like the hot cocoa with marshmallows his mother always makes for him at Christmas.
Christmas. The winter break is nearing, and Renjun isn’t sure if he wants it to come by faster, as he usually does, simply because it means being away from you. The mere thought makes his stomach twist uncomfortably.
Sighing once more, he pushes his glasses up his nose.
It’s been a long day - a day made even worse by the acute loss of your presence that haunted him throughout. Looking at you sleeping soundly, Renjun bites the inside of his cheek to stifle his yawn.
“You’re a real dumbass, you know.”
He’s not sure why he’s speaking to you, even though he knows that he won’t get any response. Perhaps he’s turned into one of those sappy romantics who speak to their significant others just to imagine what they’d say. He knows exactly what you would respond with, if you were awake. You’d roll your eyes and say, “Yes, mom,” in that teasing tone that gets him so riled up so easily.
He leans forward, tucking a portion of the blanket more securely underneath your chin. You shift a little, another soft snore slipping past your parted lips.
“You really couldn’t have just taken your wand, could you?”
You’d bite your lip sheepishly, glancing at him through your eyelashes as you thought up a snarky reply. Renjun’s eyelids droop ever-so-slightly and his head feels heavy.
“But I still love you,” he murmurs sleepily. His mind feels fuzzy and he shifts to a more comfortable position on his chair.
The last thing Renjun thinks before he’s lost to the world of dreams is that he loves you.
“Hey,” Renjun greets you, sitting down at his usual spot next to your bed and taking his Transfiguration book out of his satchel.
He glances at you, amused by your cheerful enthusiasm. “What’s got you in a good mood today?”
“Nothing much,” you hum, sitting up and leaning your back on the headboard. “Besides the fact that Healer Doyoung said I could leave today.”
Renjun raises his eyebrows. “Really, now?”
“Yeah,” you nod, waving your hands around excitedly. “He just told me to take proper precautions and not get completely soaked in the hunt for the fireflies.”
“You still believe in that thing?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
He shrugs. “I thought you’d be over it by now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” he says, grinning at you. He’s probably happier than you are at the news of you being discharged - though he’s never going to admit it. He knows you’re ecstatic too, if all the complaints and grumbles of you being stuck in bed for the past three days are anything to go by.
“Are you happy you can get out of here?” he asks, swiftly changing the topic when he sees you open your mouth, most likely to begin on a tirade of how the fireflies phenomenon is real and that he’s just being narrow-minded and idiotic.
“Is that even a question?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “I think the real question is whether you’re happy to see me out.”
Renjun rolls his eyes. “Is that even a question?”
“Touche.” You grin at him, and he can’t help but grin back. “You must’ve really missed me, huh? I mean, I’ve never had someone sleep right next to me when I was sick,” you tease him.
Renjun bites back a groan. You’re never going to let him forget about sleeping next to you. He’d been so knocked out that Healer Doyoung had had to splash a bucketful of icy cold water on him just to wake him up - and the first thing he’d seen when he’d opened his eyes was you, smiling gleefully at him, your eyes shining with mirth.
“It was one time,” he defends. “And it’s probably gonna be the only time.”
“Aw,” you pout playfully at him. “Are you saying that you won’t sleep next to me when I fall sick the next time?”
“Hopefully, there won’t be a next time,” he mutters. “But I’ll sleep next to you only if you sleep next to me when I fall sick.”
Renjun can’t believe he just said that.
“Huang Renjun,” you say slowly, dragging out his name. “Are you flirting with me?”
Heat floods his cheeks, and he clenches his hands in his lap, embarrassed. “Not intentionally.”
You snort. “Right.”
“Was it good though?” He’s not sure why he’s curious.
“Nope, it sucked,” you respond immediately.
He nods. “Good to know. I won’t bother trying to flirt with anyone else.”
Renjun looks down at the Transfiguration textbook that’s open to a random page. He reads, willing his brain to comprehend the words, but it’s only a few minutes later that he realises he’s been reading the same paragraph three times.
“Is there anyone else you’d rather flirt with?”
Renjun’s head whips up, and he looks at you, his eyes wide. “Is that… What's that supposed to mean?”
“It’s just a simple question.” You shrug, not meeting his eyes, your voice eerily soft. “You don’t need to answer it if you don’t want to. Just - forget I asked.”
You blink rapidly, and Renjun’s heart twists when he realises that you’re blinking back tears. “Hey… Are you - Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” you reply, your voice wobbly, “I’m good.”
Clearly, you’re not, but he doesn’t want to push you.
“No,” he says loudly instead.
“No,” he repeats. “There isn’t anyone else I’d rather flirt with.” It’s only you. It always has been.
“Yeah?” you sniffle slightly, lifting up your gaze to him. Renjun smiles when he sees the corners of your lips turned upwards.
“Yeah,” he says firmly.
He’s never been more sure of anything else his entire life.
Renjun’s pencil flies over the thick, creamy page he has opened in his sketchbook.
His eyebrows furrow in concentration, and he pokes his tongue in the inside of his cheek. He needs to get this perfect - he always has to.
“What’re you drawing?”
Renjun’s pencil slips out of his hand when he hears your voice right next to his ear.
“Fucking hell, don’t scare me like that!” He turns to face you, scowling.
“Sorry,” you say, though you don’t sound sorry at all. You plop down next to him, leaning back on the oak tree.
Renjun turns back to his drawing and groans, running a hand through his hair miserably. He’s drawn a thick, straight line right in between your eyes.
“Did I startle you?”
“No, shit,” he mutters back, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t even bring my eraser with me.”
“What’s an eraser?” you ask him curiously.
“It’s a… tool we use to remove mistakes.” He shuts his sketchbook, glancing at you.
“Like… a Vanishing Charm?”
He finds your curiosity absolutely endearing, and unconsciously, it wipes the frown off his face.
“Sort of,” he explains. “But we only use it when we make a mistake while writing with a pencil.”
You nod in understanding. “So you made a mistake while drawing?”
“Yeah,” he sighs, removing his glasses and tucking them into his pocket.
“What were you drawing?”
“Nothing important,” he mumbles.
“Could you show me?” you ask him, your eyes shining hopefully. “Please?”
He doesn’t want to show you. Not when all his drawings are, well, of you. He doesn’t know what it’ll do to your friendship - especially since he’s finally admitted to himself that he doesn’t like you as just a friend.
“Maybe some time later,” he says, trying his best to sound casual.
“Just…” he flounders helplessly for an excuse. “...because.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. “Just because?”
“You promised you’d show them to me!”
Renjun can’t exactly deny that.
You lean closer to him, and Renjun catches another whiff of your lavender scented lotion. His heart starts beating fast again, and the butterflies in his stomach make their presence known once more.
“Even if they’re bad,” you say, smirking at him, “I won’t tell a soul, I swear.”
“They’re not bad!” he defends himself. “I think.”
“Well, then,” you lean back and cross your arms over your chest. “If they aren’t bad, then I don’t see what the problem with you showing them to me is.”
The problem is that they’re all of you, he wants to say.
But… maybe, just maybe, this could be Renjun’s way of telling you what he feels. Showing you instead of telling you seems like a better idea, he thinks. At least he won’t have to deal with a verbal rejection.
Feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline, he picks up his discarded pencil and flips to the last-used page of his sketchbook, hastily scrawling down a message. He chucks it to you, glancing at you once. Your eyes widen with confusion, and you look at him, your mouth parted.
Do it now or never.
Heartbeat quickening, palms sweating, he manages to say, his voice tight, “If you want to see them so bad, here you go.”
Quickly, he scrambles up from his seat and runs back into the castle, ignoring your confused calls of his name.
Renjun can’t sleep.
His mind is only occupied by thoughts of you. Perhaps his impulsive decision to literally throw his notebook at you and then proceed to run away was not very well thought out. At all.
He wonders about what you thought of the drawings. Did you marvel at how realistic you look? Or did you take one look at them and recoil with disgust? Renjun’s quite proud of his artistic skills, but suddenly he’s not so sure.
And of course, he wonders what you thought of the message he’d scribbled down.
I love you. I have for a while now.
Two sentences were all he could manage, with his heart threatening to leap out of his throat and his pencil threatening to slip out of his clammy fingers.
Accepting the fact that sleep isn’t going to come to him, Renjun swings his legs over the side of his bed and sits up, rubbing his eyes with his palms. It’s late - the moon is shining brightly, and the sky is pitch-black - and he shivers slightly. He needs to go to the Astronomy Tower; it’s his safe place, the one haven he has, beyond the tree opposite the lake. Perhaps the fresh air would do him good as well, and clear his mind, even by a little.
He takes his blanket with him, wrapping it around his shoulders as he slowly creeps out of the dormitory and into the Common Room. Treading softly, he pushes open the door and slips out, sighing when he enters the abandoned corridor.
His feet automatically move in the direction of the ancient, star-gazing tower and within a few minutes - minutes during which Renjun still can’t stop chewing his lip anxiously - he reaches his destination. He climbs up the winding staircase with little difficulty, even avoiding the one step that creaks noisily for even the lightest weight.
Heaving a sigh of relief when he reaches the open observing deck, Renjun takes a step forward.
And finds himself face to face with you.
Renjun swears his heart stops.
“I thought you’d come here.”
You smile softly at him, and Renjun notices that you’re holding his sketchbook in your hand.
“What…” he clears his throat. “What’re you doing here?”
“Waiting for you,” you say simply. “Although you’re here now, so I guess I’m not waiting anymore.”
You turn around and lean your elbows on the stone railing. Renjun thinks you look ethereal. Clad in your flimsy cotton pyjamas and your hair tied into a messy braid, he still finds you beautiful. His throat dries, but shaking his head, he walks over to you.
“Why?” he repeats his question, his voice soft. Nervously, he pulls the blanket around his shoulders tighter, fisting the soft material.
“I saw your drawings.”
When you don’t continue, he opens his mouth to speak - to say that it was just a joke, that he didn’t mean anything by it.
“I… didn’t know that you like me, Renjun.” You glance at him, and he can just make out the slight tremor in your voice.
“Oh,” he says again, his mind running blank.
You shiver in the cold air, and Renjun moves closer to you, accidentally bumping your shoulder with his. “Are you cold?”
You smirk at him, one side of your lips curling upwards. “Are you going to wrap me up in your blanket?”
“No - I mean, yes.” He swallows sheepishly.
“But won’t you feel cold?”
He can’t deny that. “It’s okay, I can manage.”
“No!” you exclaim, and Renjun moves back slightly, surprised by your outburst. “I mean, no,” you say softer, rubbing the back of your neck.
“Here,” you move to stand in front of him, taking the ends of the blanket from his hands. “I have an idea on how we can both stay warm.”
Renjun can only watch, as you carefully maneuver the warm cloth around both your bodies, such that the ends that were previously held in front of his chest are now behind your back. Your chests are touching, and Renjun can’t speak, can’t fathom anything, besides how close you are to him, and how you smell like lavenders and mint toothpaste and that your face is inches away from his and-
“Renjun,” you say impatiently.
“Hold the ends.”
Slowly, Renjun raises his arms and wraps them around you, taking the edges of the blanket from your fingers and effectively trapping the both of you in a blanketed embrace. You wind your arms around his torso and lean your head against his chest. If he thought he couldn’t think clearly before, his entire brain has turned into mush now. Warm, gooey, chocolatey mush.
“You’re really warm,” you say. “And toasty.”
“I’m not a piece of bread,” he mutters.
“Why’re you so nervous?”
You look up at him, your eyes bright and shining with the light of the stars.
“Tell me about all the constellations you see.”
Renjun swallows. It’s an effective way to get him to quell his nervousness, he thinks - getting him to ramble about some topic until he stops thinking about what’s plaguing his mind - and he’s grateful you changed the topic. Tightening his arms around you, he raises his head and looks up at the sky, dotted with stars.
“Well, um,” he begins, “I can see Cassiopeia - the one that looks like a vertical W. And, uh, there’s Draco. It looks like a male sperm cell, with a head and a tail. Then there’s Ursa Minor.”
Renjun doesn’t stop. He talks until his throat begins to hurt, describing all the constellations he can see, and all the stars that make them. Sometimes you squeeze his waist, and shift your head to a more comfortable position, but you stay silent, and he rambles on, until he’s run out of information.
“Have I ever told you,” you tell him, once he’s done, “that I really love your voice?”
He looks down at you, and finds you staring back up at him, resting your chin against his chest.
“Oh. Um. No.”
“Well, I’m telling you now. I really love your voice, Renjun.”
“Thanks, I guess,” he mumbles, looking away.
Silence envelopes the two of you. Barring the sounds of the crickets chirping on the Quidditch Pitch way down below, there’s no sound to be heard. Renjun finds it comfortable, this silence.
“I think I know why I couldn’t see the fireflies, Renjun.”
Your voice is soft.
You pull back a little, observing his face quietly.
“My love wasn’t unrequited.”
It takes a while for Renjun to process and understand your words.
“Are you- Are you saying-”
“I love you too, idiot,” you finish, grinning widely at him.
And then you lean up and brush your lips against his, kissing him gently, softly, tenderly. He lets go of the ends of the blanket, the cloth falling useless to the floor, and kisses you back, reaching up and cradling your face with his hands. It’s awkward and clumsy, both of your noses bumping against each other - but it’s perfect, because it’s you and him. He smiles into the kiss and he can feel you smiling too, and Renjun’s heart is soaring, flying, leaping inside his chest.
The chirping of the crickets fades into the background, the cool breeze not acting as any hindrance now - because he feels warm inside, and he doesn’t need anything more.
The stars watch, silent witnesses to your confession, and you break away from the kiss, smiling widely at him. He smiles giddily back.
“I love you,” you say.
“I love you too,” he echos.
And that’s all that matters.
a/n. and it's done! the first story in the chocolate frog chronicles :') i really poured my heart and soul into this, so i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! i dropped a few hints here and there about at least two other stories in the same universe, so if you figured those out, now you have a slight idea about what's coming :D huge shoutout to @allurence and @kookaine for beta reading this fic and making it infinitely better. credit for the amazing header goes to @subways-stuff (thank you!)
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